At least he wasn't married to a Puta.
And all because God dealt you a lousy hand.
He put me in a position to be interacting with the
likes of you, so no... can't say I'm glad about it.
At least they ain't no Puta Ricans in my house.
'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man.