CHAVEZ'S DILLEMA

Another day, it's off to bed.

He's full of himself, swollen head

His piece of fruit was green and ripe

But his peter puckered out of sight

Nightmares plaqued him, and much more

Then he wakes up on the floor,

His fruit is gone, his member thick

No place to put it, WHERE'S THAT CHICK !!

'Chorus'

He speaks of war in the morning..

Then it's peace at night