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A Merry Ballad for a Weeping Mustache

Itxu Díaz
by
Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro and his wife attend the 80th anniversary of WWII celebration in Moscow, May 2025 (Office of the President of Russia/CC-BY-4.0/Wikimedia Commons)

I had a boil upon my ass.
It lingered year by year,
But on a sudden Saturday,
The boil just slipped away.

I called my doctor right away
To share the joyful cry,
But he didn’t pick up the phone —
He was dancing drunk outside.

It was old Doctor Andrade,
Venezuelan, friend and guide,
He was dancing in the open streets
The night Maduro fell.

Maduro was a mustache with legs,
Who danced like Trump, in view.
Now he dreams of Guantánamo,
And says “goodnight, goodnight” too.

How wondrous is the ground,
Of all my American friends,
That even the biggest orangutan
Can learn new tongues in the end.

Maduro woke up one fine day,
He climbed down from his coconut tree,
And started shouting out at Trump:
“Trump, come here, you coward!”

And generous as he always is,
Trump heard the urgent call,
And for Christmas, he paid a visit,
Bringing Delta Force to Maduro’s hall.

Just like the Christ-child gets his toys,
Trump went to “Fuente Tiuna” with glee,
To shower gifts upon poor Maduro,
With “Chinooks” and fireworks bright.

The Venezuelans celebrate,
While all the left starts to weep,
The damn leftist radicals
Spout nonsense about international law deep.

How interesting these folks,
Who suddenly care about justice and rights,
That Maduro’s been breaking for thirteen long years,
Breaking laws right under everyone’s nose

It’s logical that the progressive leaders cry,
With their Maduro-backed cash running dry,
But when the leftist base sheds tears,
They clearly haven’t toured the Helicoide here.

Jaime Bayly is happy,
González is smiling too,
María Corina is joyful,
And so is all the crew.

There’s just one foolish soul,
Sadly, he’s Spanish too,
The ex-president Zapatero,
Why does he weep out of view?

Freedom has finally begun,
And I bid this happy ballad farewell,
My Bolivarian boil has vanished,
And Caracas lost its silly monkey.

Paraphrasing Ogden Nash,
I just want to add:
God in His wisdom made the mustachioed guy,
And then forgot to tell us why.

Disclaimer: I’m not a very good poet in Spanish…  just imagine what I’m capable of in English!

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Itxu Díaz is a Spanish journalist, political satirist, and author. He has written 10 books on topics as diverse as politics, music, and smart appliances. He is a contributor to The Daily Beast, The Daily Caller, National Review, American Conservative, and Diario Las Américas in the United States, as well as a columnist at several Spanish magazines and newspapers. He was also an adviser to the Ministry for Education, Culture, and Sports in Spain.
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