If you're in a bar, you can always order,
many brands of beer from south of the border.
The three biggest brands any connoisseur would know,
include Corona, Dos Equis, and Modelo.
However, tariffs will make us pay mas dinero.
Yes, we will pay more for cerveza mexicana,
while we reside in the United States of America.
An unshaven programmer tech
Drooled java on a Starbucks deck
His net earnings grew
As fooled patrons threw
Dinero to pay for his check
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know, with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants to eat somewhere nice.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a friend
And send, something I can spend.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants some jewelry with ice.
Every time you hold out your hand,
I give a contribution for my fellow man.
Every time you ring your bell,
I put a few dollars in your silver pail.
Yo! Santa Buddy, your biggest admirer is me,
But see, my pocket's empty.
Santa Buddy - my lady is so way overpriced!
Carlos was a world famous matador
He had suffered a ton of blood and gore
He'd made lots of dinero
Tanglin' with old el toro
Carlos retired to be 'bullied' no more
Venimos
Deambulamos
Y nos partimos
Eso es todo lo que sabemos.
Venimos a la tierra
Vagamos por la tierra
Y nos partimos sin nada
Sin dinero, centavos y bienes.
Decimos buenos días
Hablamos, reímos y cantamos
Y nos escapamos sin nada
Sin hermanos, sin la tierra y sin los enlaces.
PD Traducción de ‘ And We Depart With Nothing’.
Copyright © Abril 2022, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poesía.
"I bet it bothers you that at my weakest,
I am still stronger than you."
This quote is widely spread
may have been said first by Nero.
Winded by narcissism,
this squall might rank - EF-0
Weakened by arrogance, it does no damage
compare it to the Spanish dinero.
obsolete!
Justice demands that the guilty must pay
But Coke and his posse did not see it that way
July 7th 2001
in came police
And the killings begun
The Shower posse arm to the teeth
3 days violence a lifetime of grief
More drugs and more guns more money and power
And No force or no army could take down the shower
The police under fire some dying some dead
Dinero o plomo , money or lead
Dudus is hunted Kingston is beat
They fight for the don they fight for the street
Coke and his posse joined At the hip
But unlike a captain he abandons his ship
The battle is raging but he’s nowhere In sight
Leaving his people he runs from the fight
A month Or 2 later it’s the End of his gig
As he’s Caught at the border wearing a wig
Extradited to the US to serve 23 years
And just like his farther it will all end in tears.
Got a friend who is a comic book tripper
He loves to read them and talk about them
I grew mostly with Marvel
Seems the movies are making a big splash
Some people regard comic books as a low form of entertainment
While others are willing to pay much dinero for early issues
The Human Torch - an icon
Superman - another icon
I had a colleciton which I sold for $200
Comic book trippers
Where do they go
Until the next issue
When the heroes story
is continued
Where do they travel to
Comic book readers
In Israel - Japan - and the USA
Unite and draw some figures
Comic book trippers
Where are they all coming from?
There is such a thing as self hate
Many Jews accuse each other of self hate
It is true - some Jews are filled with self loathing(including me at times)
But other people, too can hate themselves
Blacks, Latinos, Chinese and Scots
can all hate themselves
It is best NOT to hate your self
Although performers deal in this - and have made
mucho dinero out of it
I still say it is best
NOT TO HATE YOURSELF
Joy will come to you if you follow this advice
Abrimos tu cofre del tesoro enorme
En madera tallada noté
Pequeñas hormigas marrón claro
Casi invisible
Había una moneda sin valor
Algunos se enojaron con algunas críticas
Algunos se desmayan mayormente infelices
Gente
Lo planté
Regado con poesía
Fertilizado con música
Y creció hasta convertirse en un árbol de dinero
Cuyas frutas nunca se pudren
Why is that when
you ask someone of money
things change:
One that has been chatting
with you suddenly stops.
He wouldn't continue in
the discussion.
Neither will she answer your question.
What power does money have.
That all always want her:
Littlun,aged and juvenile,
All want to rule over her.
Immediately you say:
'Please i need money,can you assist me?'.
The unmute becomes mute.
His inner man is stirred,
Her sacred interest is protected.
One who respect you
Withholds the respect ,
because of money?
Giving out gives back:
in cash,kinds or virtue.
Money tend to control many feelings,
That they like the wind
range as regards money's rule.
When i have i give out,
But when i don't i ask.
But why is it that when i ask,
People don't seem to give?
But before people ask
i willingly give out.
Many profess to love,
But cannot give out money.
Afraid of stranger?
But you're a stranger in the earth.
One who seem to be your friend
Turns overnight to be your enemy
because you ask for money.
Why?
17:01:02:20:43
Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those
people, que jente, mi gente,
What people, my people
Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget
Kept in my place
Just no escape
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk
Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivi!
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más!
A slave no more
No longer a slave!
From my book "The Big Apple
Turns Brown When You slice It.
2002 Authorhouse.com
Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those
people, que jente, mi gente,
What people, my people
Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget
Kept in my place
Just no escape
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk
Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivo!
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más!
A slave no more
No longer a slave!
From my book "The Big Apple
Turns Brown When You slice It.
2002 Authorhouse.com
The amazing, incredible, wonderful car
This extraordinary , inexplicable part of who we are
The big, the little, the long, the short, the bus
An exciting, capricious part of the kid in us
The clunker , the hybrid, the grand Roles Royce
There are dozens, hundred, for your choice
Depending on the dinero ,the dollar, the pence in your purse
Or if your a CFO, a poet, or a lowly nurse (me!)
There are just the wheels out there for you
Be they black , green, white or shades of blue
To be sure we love, hate, enjoy the automobile
Yes, for almost all of us it has an addicting appeal....
Te encuentro sentada admirando la nada
pero sé que en el fondo hay fuego en tu calma
me miras despacio, mas tu pasión en apuro
te imaginas mis caricias y me sientes desnudo
Me hablas sin voz de una entrega feliz
en la que nada se pierde, día de sol o día gris
me gritas súbitamente que te haga el amor
porque abajo ya no puedes contener el calor
Me insistes sin bulla que la ropa te arranque
y que haga contigo lo que me de la gana
que te tome entre mis brazos aunque sea por un instante
y que sin misericordia, te de un beso que mata
Te gusta saber que en realidad nada nos ata
ni el dinero, ni la rutina que a la gente aburre
contigo los secretos en la tumba se quedan
quieres que suavemente lo prohibido te susurre ...
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