Burgueses

I don't feel sorry for the bourgeois
Defeated. And when I think I might feel sorry for them,
I clench my teeth tight and shut my eyes real hard.
I think of my long days without shoes or roses.
I think of my long days without a hat or clouds.
I think of my long days without a shirt or dreams.
I think of my long days with my forbidden skin.
I think of my long days.

- Please don’t pass. This is a club.
- The guest list is full.
- No rooms available at the hotel.
- The gentleman has left.
- A girl is wanted.
- Fraud in the elections.
- Big dance for the blind.
- The jackpot fell in Santa Clara.
- Raffle for orphans.
- The gentleman is in Paris.
- The lady marquise is not receiving.

In short, I remember it all.
And since I remember it all,
What the hell do you want me to do?
But also, ask them.
I’m sure
They remember too.