PELOTA

You were the servile fool of a few
vultures, the most treacherous ball
you were the most loyal of their dogs,
ball, idiot! I'll crush you with my
boots, the balls! you wanted to be
important and be loaded with money!

You wanted to enter their fire, enter
any way, it didn't matter what
you had to do to get it,
pull down your pants, kneel
down on the ground, fuck over your
companion!

There was nothing around you, only
ambition, only greed nothing else,
only avarice, you're shit to step on
disgusting, vomitive, empty of
content! one thing is clear, if
you're rich, at your funeral there won't be
anything missing, only someone who feels your death!