CBP POBRE


Pobre
They make you
Work on Sundays

Pobre
You will be okay

Pobre
Like the
Famous singer
Who rode on convertibles
And made music
With no car payments

Pobre
De ti
Sang Julieta

Pobre
According to Jesus Christ
You should be counted
Amongst the blessed

Pobre
We are the silent majority

Pobre
We have that in common

Pobre
The love
Of the poor
Creates global warming

Pobre
Global warming
Melts the icebergs

Pobre
Poor people
Make rich love

Pobre
Fuck the rich because
Because they placed you
On the front lines
With a pistol in your hand
And told you to stop
The movement of the world