Chocha and the Twelve ~ Saturday, 29 February 2020

Chocha and His twelve disciples praised God, 

heaven on earth, Pussy told them sermons, 

on the vulgar and the divine, on love, 

criminals and restaurant slang, Big Bird 

harkens to the wise fool about the cops, 

and the twelve disciples wait for Chocha, 

as we all know, Chocha is Spanish slang, 

no one back talked to the man called Pussy, 

dripping wet from running in summer heat. 

Hungry for love, Chocha charmed the women, 

if the man called Pussy preached about love, 

slithering on his belly like a snake, 

trust Big Bird, work is like Sesame Street, 

work makes you be a greeter for Walmart, 

endless conversations about street slang, 

laughter and stupidity all in one, 

versions of the life of Chocha-Pussy, 

elegant idiots all dressed in black, 

demand for the teachings of the wise fool 

increased from seven to seven readers, 

since no one reads poetry, no one cares, 

crap, the wise fool could say the truth is lies, 

in that lies reveals the truth of the law, 

pull a few legs, he could say anything, 

left as the token Neither-Black-Nor-White, 

everyday the wise fool learned something new, 

shrugged his shoulders and spoke to Nobody, 

practically speaking no one cared to read, 

read poetry, no, Harry Potter, yes, 

and the fluent old man blushes all pink, 

indeed, he has three kids, he knows Chocha, 

sugar is sweet, pass the old man dessert, 

endless conversations about street slang, 

divided we fall in the Civil War. 

God doesn't care about Chocha-Pussy, 

or about sermons on free love and drugs, 

drugs in the septic tank, the twelve are here.