Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón

The poet Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón
He spends all day playing balero
With my head stuck in a drawer
A closed drawer without any holes

The poet Ocorbojón asks himself
Because he can never beat the balero
He says he doesn't see anything through the drawer
And can never hit the hole

But one day the poet Ocorbojón
He hit a throw of the valero
But having your head in the drawer
He didn't see it and that's why they yell at him: Wanker!

And the poet Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón
He never knew he had hit the balero
He died and they put him in a box
A closed drawer without any holes

Many people accuse the poet Ocorbojón
Masturbating with a rude method
But those who make that accusation
They do it daily and with care

At least the poet Ocorbojón
He hit the mark on a balero throw
And he came to the conclusion a long time ago
He doesn't care if they yell at him: "Jerker!"