Jorge´s Machete

Jorge has a rusty machete 

And likes to show it off 

Not to be violent 

But to say 

“I am Jorge and I have a machete” 

Scaring Daniel the artist 

Who just wants to paint little postcards on the street 



Pablo lives with Jorge and his machete 

And doesn´t care about either of them 

Thinking about Romanian girls 

He will seduce tonight with vulgar pick-up lines 



Gustavo sparks up a fresh Pall Mall 

Constantly complaining about his Spanish girlfriend 

Claiming she is a total b***h 

In a thick Argentinean accent 

Wishing she was French 

Because French women are the best 



The Danish guy just returned from Lavapies 

With more hash 

Tomorrow he leaves for the south of France  

To pick strawberries 

Still wearing his black and white bandana 

With the most dead on facial pose of the Blonde On Blonde cover I´ve ever seen 



Henry is going to smoke something 

Fly high above the buildings 

Study his body 

Stuck motionless on the sidewalk 



The African working girls 

Taunt American tourist boys in over their heads 

“Come here English boy” 

“You want me to suck your dick” 

“You can f**k my a*s” 



Brian from Chicago laughs at everyone 

Sitting cross-legged in the plaza 

Drinking Mahou 

Appreciating the Chinese still hard at work 



It happening again 

People assume we´re doing something 

When it’s really nothing 

Or something under the guise of nothing 



Time is revolving around us 

The world is changing so quickly 

And the old axis has been lost 



Che cries every night on Marx´s gravestone 

Ever since he found out  

Suburbanites wear T-shirts with his face on them 



Life left a sign on a locked door 

Telling everyone to go back from where you came 

Spain is dead 

Where the sun shines does not necessarily mean  

You´ll find gold at the tips of its rays 

I was never the one who said 

“I have your answers”

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Yet again in supreme awe of you. The shining sun only maes deeper shadows anywa.
Fantastic write, thannk you.