Esos Que Se Llaman Doctores

Those Who Call Themselves Doctors

Swearing to god as a witness, I don't swear because it's bad
Although many are used to swearing his name in vain
They say I'm rude, it must be because I speak plainly
Seems like I talk just like Gonzales from the neighborhood

They also call me the dirty one, it must be because I don't wash, but I stick to the saying. That the peel protects the stick, when I ask and they don't give, right there I get angry, and that's when I'm more dangerous, than an alligator in a pipe, when pain attacks me I find relief with a charm, what will happen with others when the dog bites its owner, I'll tell you who I am, despite other comments, a countryman to the core born in a neighborhood, my pride is to be a plainsman, to be a true Araucanian, to rescue with great hope, the Bolivarian folklore, I have a reputation for wearing a hat, although I'm a healthy man, accommodating and affectionate, honest and good citizen.

The woman I fall in love with might get excited, because I talk more than a dog to a thistle, I want a petite woman, tormented by the summer, who gives me a good night's sleep that doesn't fit in my hand, moving forward with the shots, vultures eat jumping, to entertain my friends who listen to me reciting, a donkey thinks one thing and another when it's being harnessed, what will a woman think when one is hugging her, I'm going to change the subject, that I was mentioning before, to talk about a problem, that is coming to an end, it seems to be a dilemma that arrived without knowing when, stronger than drug trafficking, debt and smuggling, there are masks and two cuts, and others that are forming, recently the court of thugs came into action, first it was Maria Lionza, the Indian Macario, each with their own destiny, but the same calendar, one with the black court that is 20 thousand years old, with the celestial court, which removes the damages, if you go to a healer they prescribe 7 baths, and now there are more perfumeries than potholes in the neighborhoods.

My humble wife once went to see one, there in San Fernando, with the desire to know if I was cheating on her, the one who cheated was him, so she stops inventing, the one who escapes death, the living one is waiting for him, for example, the doctors who are quacks, if one gets sick, they have an appointment with the devil, and to be able to heal you have to go visit them, four hours waiting in line from the corridor to the bench, when one finally enters they say, look buddy, your kidney is turned to mush, the colon is perforated, the spine has three misaligned bones, the heart pump has the diaphragm flipped, and even if you have nothing… they say you're sick, the other day like a bag, with a turd I got in a car, urine in a white jar, blood in a test tube, to later diagnose,

That what you have is a cold, women if they suffer in the hands of those charlatans, they're taken to a dark room, flashlight in the other hand, and they start shining light on them, those we take care of, and the man stays in the room, chewing tobacco or smoking, how advanced is the science of this human maze.