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Asshole Poetry
Asshole
Round gate
Surrounded by strands of hair
Where the sleet passes
Of the troops that come from the belly
To preserve your folds
Doesn't need much luxury
Just clean with some weeds
In the old gaucho style
I salute you
Asshole
Of wild Indian
Kneaded with so much shit
With what courage you show
When the shit comes trotting
And if it's a bit hard
You don't hurry slowly
To avoid being mistreated
Asshole
Old miserable asshole
Always facing down
For being the asshole of a macho Indian
One that shits hard turds
And never leaves waste
If you carry any shit
Just clean with weeds
Or even using a corncob
Asshole
Martyr of the body
Unloved and disrespected
Most of the time shitty
And rusty in the thread
Your destiny is a difficult thing
Because as life goes by
The mouth drinks cachaça
And you always gather flies
I have spoken
