When Alfred left
When Alfred left me
It was not my fault, I had no shoes, and the police stopped
asking why I had no shoes
since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to off.
I was handcuffed and put in a police car,
which was more cooling than the asphalt
It was October in Albufeira, which can be warm
I thought this was a perfect movement, a father defends his son
But Alfred, who refuses to be my father, had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case,
luckily the Portuguese
The police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
The next day, I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinese shop
Alfred was wearing my costly upper leather
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