Versos Perversos

Well, folks, here I leave what would be
My greatest creation to date
Just a year after the previous one
And of course dedicated to
Mr. Guille, and Mr. Juanito
Ayps!

We continue with the perverse verses I show everyone that I practice
As a weird boy, shamelessly, son of Amparo and a one-eyed man
My uncle is Berto, not Romero, not Tomillo
Seeing my mischievous cousin every day, who caught a cold and doesn't bundle up

His belly rumbles, say what?
Hello, I'm your belly, can you give me some food?
Look, of course I can, and I buy a chicken broth

You think I'm rich, rich the broth, Tastes good!

Do you know what else tastes good? Hehe, exactly
Although it may seem painted by Goya, it's nothing but my po-po-po
Potion brought from Troy, brought by Luis, Bernardo, Ernesto
Just then I check my phone; text message

Turns out to be Felipe VI the sender
Sorry, brother, my big house is full of people
Don't worry, I reply and, out of context, I subtract
Nine minus two is seven, incredible gesture

Don Guillempleado, banned, kicked out of the reserved area
He leaves for the meadow and runs looking at a folded painting

Folded he is, not the painting, Shampoo or gel? I'm bald
You look very good, How handsome! Did I ask you? No, dude!

You know that Pontius Pilate
Hasn't bought the shoes
He comes barefoot, the young lad
With the hairs of the damn Arrebato

And now I throw you a few lines without giving too many details
They're banal things, not for literates
The thing is I come and stay for a while
I don't look at the format, I put the portrait

I see two mulatto butts
Two very big butts in a cart
Brand butts, not cheap butts
Round buttocks, very wide anuses

Covered by a satin-like fabric
The thing is they smell, and they don't smell good
We're talking about stinky anuses
Being on the street causes astonishment

Due to their dimensions, due to their strong stench
They auction off the fetid and ethnic environment
How disgusting, how filthy, your sister's the filthy one
She picks ten boogers every weekend

And from here emanates a certain wisdom
If the butt is reddish, it would be very cute
Surprisingly naked in the deli
My grandfather Rogelio, with his witchcraft

From Día came a guide, lit up the party
Everyone hands up and just move your body
It's the festivities of my town, come, Maribel
Ana came, Susana came, and Magdalena too

I just found out that a drug addict
Eats or doesn't eat, he dies to see me
They call me the drug, bundle in my pants, essence lines
The madness that is warlike and tragic, magical
Juan Tamariz in the erratic phallic of calling dick
And little egg, just like that, Maduro at the end of the workday

Yeah!, Ha
Nothing more to add, gentlemen: Marca Patxingar
And I hope it won't be another year until the next one
With God!