Old People Prefer Blondes; I Don’t
I am a redneck, who makes the earth happy.
Coming to town with my tractor
To demonstrate in the field
Produces a sublime feeling in me
Like when I cum inside
For having prostate surgery
After jerking off on the block
And shit on the mother
Who gave birth to us all.
I boast of coming to Madrid, Seville
Valladolid, La Coruña
Praising our sacred fascist braying
So that the Government unions can see
That I put all the interest on my part
My will and good wishes
To move forward with our misfortune
Like strong cheeses that are cured
Between vine leaves
In the middle of the cow shit.
When I milk, and fuck with the relative
I always play Marilyn Monroe
Madonna, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga’s songs
Leaving the donkey we have
In a vast field where it can
Expand its dick
Dreaming about Balam’s Donkey
Or in Borak, Muhammad’s donkey
Whom Father Arcos adored
With his animal quill
Professor, theologian, religious and missionary.
Since I saw the movie
“Old men prefer blondes”
My sexual itch has been fighting
Between Marilyn, blonde
And Jane Russel, brunette
My relative changing her hair color
The one with the head and the mount of Venus
In every orgasm
Unraveling from them
Everything pertaining to Sex.
One day we got angry
Because I wanted to have sex with her
In the midst of the sheep
Already in the sheepfold
Fearing that I would like to do it for the Anus
Because of her
I took a flight from Madrid to the Canary Islands
To patent there, in situ
The beautiful qualities, honors and glories
From the blonde pussies of blondes
Coming from Northern Europe.
Two public blondes from head to tailbone
And another bottle blonde’s head
And her pussy black like a firebrand
Was disillusioned me
Because they smelled and tasted like bedbugs.
Not like my relative who smells like cow shit
That she chews with her teeth
With the regret of having spent on them, and lost
The delivery of a few jugs of milk
Easter Milk
From Aranda de Duero, Burgos
Telling my relative
Once I returned to town
The same thing that a King of Spain told
Asnal and human
To his submissive people
After having thrown more than eight hundred powders
And having killed elephants and bears:
-I’m not going to do it anymore.
I have not been entirely satisfied.
The relative answers:
-Happy me; that me already told you:
That you were not going to get such an object.
What you have to do
It is valuing what is mine’s
That is not blonde
But it is the highest
Worthy and fair appreciation.
Biography
Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, painter and photographer. Member of the Collegiate Association of Spanish Writers, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of The Blake Society, Nietzsche Circle, The International Society of Assemblage & Collage Artists, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review and Robespierre Review. He has participated in numerous Poetry and Theater Festivals, has collaborated and collaborates with various magazines and newspapers