I cleaned the bathroom, then ironed a shirt,
then washed the windows and ironed a shirt,
then polished the floors and ironed a shirt,
then messed everything up and put the shirt inside the polished micloonde,
shirt in micloonde.
Pelo daltlonde
the western house is hard to oldinale.
Emptied the trash,
changed the bedspread,
washed the floors
of the clean cat’s elements,
finished the hygienic paste, bought anti-limescale vim and cif.
Pilipino lock.
Pilipino loll.
A population of clean little fluffies of homes.
Pelo pelo.
Next week I won’t be back.
But my parent comes.
He cleans everything.
So nothing changes.
And when he’s done, he goes wild with the lock.
- Rock! Rock Rock!
Go, Clistoper John! Heyyyy!
Now it’s enough, pinito!
Pilipino lock.
Pilipino loll.
We are not an ethnic group of squatters
at the service of the white.
Pelciò, pelciò.
Take the little Pilipino tab from the lock
and contact a lawyer.
Because then he’ll file a lawsuit,
and ask for compensation
for all contributions.
It’s the wave of the finilla
with the table nelo
so I clean less
and earn more.
And then with all the eulo
I’ll take a flight,
little in the Philippines
and you won’t see me anymore.
Pilipino goes, back to the Philippines,
- Zamboangangang -
you’ll find that special oldie
where I used to put things.
What will be left of these 80s?
What will be left?
Only a shirt already ironed inside a polished micloonde.
And a Pilipino lock.
Iiiii Pinito?
