I am plump, buxom
Of a pillow
Relatively happy
To shoulder the load
Of only a single head,
And carry the dust
and dirt oily
all through the weeks.



Unlike the bitches and
the girls in the beaches-
changing a holding hand
every alternative night,

and the ones in the capital
who change their party
every next term
from Left to Right.


I work for the
same head,
Same smell, good or bad,
Same name,
same fame
Never my luck to blame.