Stumping on the dusty sand,
Golden chains fall off his neck,
Thick rings depart from a block of fingers,
Jo plunges into heavy waters,
Boasts in his riches,
Would you love all the fat?
The fried chicken in his legs?
The alcohol filling his stomach,
To the point of exhaustion,
To the regret of a feeble button,
To remain amongst the rest.
Do you know the weight of his soul?
He's got too much heart,
I wrote this poem about a very heavy friend of mine. Let's give weight a chance!