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THE CLOWN WHO THINKS HE'S A SEER AND KING

When the roosters crow at dawn
Trump the clown, the president
Who thinks he's a ser and king, a prophet 
Because he always has his fly half open
Surrounded by his entire celestial court of zealots
Well protected by serial killers
What will he say, perched atop his deranged head:
-“I announce to the new day
That today, like yesterday and tomorrow
I will do whatever the hell I want
Because that's how it has to be
For the good of all nations.”
Laughing and dancing like a disabled person
He will repeat:
-“What a mental masturbation of mine is worth
Given on time here in Mar-a-Lago
Soon to the twelve best beaches of Cuba
Which will soon be mine:
Varadero Beach, Paradise Beach
Pilar Beach, Cayo Blanco, East Beaches
Sirena Beach, Fishing Beach
Santa María Beach, Ancón Beach
Coral Beach, Cayo Guillermo
And Guardalavaca Beach.
Don't fall asleep, my Cuba
Don't fall asleep, my beloved
For your Trumpist dawn is coming
Full of life and death.
To your twelve precious beaches
My criminal drones will descend singing:
“This is how it must be
Because this is what this clown 
Who thinks he's a seer and king wants
Who, without any bet
Full of rage will pounce on Díaz-Canel
And, in the shadow of his own balls
Will leave him half dead
Making Cuba a great Guantánamo, once
Causing his coastal Guantanamero people
From the municipality of Bauta
In the province of Artemisa
West of Havana
To laugh and be scared on his Baracoa beach
Contemplating that enormous cock of his
Hypocritical cock made drone
Of truly obscene balls
Of a terrible and fierce transsexual
Who employs so much ardor, so much effort
In annihilating, with the Jews
The peoples of the Middle East.”

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