A PEDIDO DE UM AMIGO QUE NÃO PEDIU NADA

PUT THE MONEY IN MY WALETT AND I WILL SPEND IT IN BONUSES, I MEAN, SHOPPING LIKE MAD!!! I PROMISE!!!

The ballroom is full of ostentatious bullshiters and their wives. They too, shinny bullshiters. I came (by accident) and immediately got stuck in one dark corner of the (balls) room; in one side a man (madly naked) with a sword-tie, on the other side a woman with a diamond-knife (and I closing the triangle in the wrong angle) caressing me and cutting, little by little, pieces of my skin.
They keep on saying it is for my good, for the good of humanity and prosperity.
And I keep on telling them I don’t understand fucking shit, and if I can, please, call the police.
They say no, to call a lawyer, who is a friend of them.
And I say no, that I don’t have money and the police will come for nothing, I mean for free.
And this nonsense goes on, and on, and off we went to the middle of the ballroom dancing a trio dance on a song by Corle One –the composer- while the others turned red around their faces to the wall.

‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ Came in, too, o Pai Natal. As renas com a lingua de fora, e o pêlo a arder de tanta chicotada. As prendas, todas misturadas, foram despejadas no meio do salão, e logo os presentes se atiraram, sofregamente, e impacientemente deram cabo delas e desataram a chorar sentados no chão. Cabrões! (é o que eu penso.)
Mas logo começou outra dança, que a gente não pensa que cansa, e os indigentes, mais aos encontrões, lá iam climaxando como podiam, ou sabiam.
E foi assim, meu caro, que eu quase me safei...