Pentecost Dickshorts
In the happy Spain of my innocent childhood
National, repressive, and Catholic
I believed wholeheartedly
When I looked at my cock
That the Spanish priests
Didn’t have cocks
Because my mother had told me so
Because they were apostles sent by God.
-Son, when we pray, when we sing
When Sunday and holy days
Are a joyful celebration of the day
When we carry in our crotch
The best of life
It’s wonderful to know
That beneath the cassocks of our priests
Lives and throbs the bird that died on the cross.
They are celibate, son
But not the German priests
Nor the Dutch priests, the Swedish ones
Those from France, the English
Those from Italy, the Swiss
Those from Russia, the Turks, the Greeks
Those from Portugal, the Mexicans, the Americans, the Caracas
Those from Chile, Peru, Havana, the Brazilians.
All of them, all of them fuck the same
In their accents, successes and failures
Whimsically
As if the winds were blowing bad or good in their asses.
-But, mother, I, without meaning to
At my Confirmation
I saw Father Cortapichas Pentecostés
A big, pretty, beautiful cock
Similar to my father’s
But nothing like
Uncle Flores’s Dapple-Duck Donkey
Who is a good donkey and knows how to bray well
Like the father in his sermons.
-Son, when you grow up
You’ll see that the member of our priests
Is the member of Christ and his Church
And their motto is to say:
“I hold it high up to the Lord
In mystical silence.”
-So, mother, when the force of Lust
Which is hidden
Overcomes me with its power, and wants to burn
Is it good in the eyes of God
When I touch myself and masturbate?
-Yes, son. When Lust breathes within us
When Love propels us into life
It is pleasing in the eyes of God.
-Well, mother, I want to surpass
Father Cortapichas Pentecost.
Priest, priest I want to be!
Take me to the Seminary of Madrid
So that, while I live
Condemn my cock to eternal silence
Although many saints, while they lived
According to passages from the Santoral
Earned from their cock
A clamor or a resounding scream
Fucking adults or children.
But what I don’t want to become
Is a pedophile priest.
-Fine, my son. Your cock will accompany you
All the days of your life
And will dwell in the house of the Lord
For years on end
Unless, one day
God forbid!
You drop out of the Seminary
And start looking for the whores’ shit
In the Casa de Campo.
-If I drop out of the Seminary, Mother
My cock will be my light and my salvation.
No whore will make me tremble.
One thing I ask of you, Mother:
To dwell forever in your house
Of Carabanchel Bajo.
Horror Sleaze Trash 