Poem for Geddel

Young man of good character.
A figure with high self-esteem.
Minister of great excrescence
A con artist who isn't worth a rhyme.

Son of a congressman
He studied with a great poet.
"Pig," as it was nicknamed by its class.
His malice had already been discovered.

It started there in your state.
He was a director of the Bank of Bahia.
Where, supposedly, he would have diverted
Three million that did not "belong" to him.

Soon after, he is elected deputy.
And yet another scandal was haunting him.
Accused of being a dwarf in the leaky budget
He handed out his business card upon arriving in Brasilia.

He worked together with FHC.
He drank from the wellspring of Tucano art.
By performing miracles, he became a farmer.
He transformed the grass in the pasture into cash.

Opportunistic, he allied himself with the PT.
The party, which would soon betray
Lula's minister, the only thing he didn't do was make it rain.
Because Saint Peter didn't let him lie.

But a good "pig" can't live without mud.
And he wanted to wallow in the mire of the coup.
Temer's minister didn't even warm the bed.
Accused again, he had to withdraw.

It was also nicknamed "Alligator Mouth".
Because of his hunger and thirst for bribes.
Not even his twelve farms and all his livestock.
They satisfy their voracious appetite with gusto.

Target of many investigations
He was arrested at home for disciplinary purposes.
He tried to silence some of the whistleblowers.
So that no one could hand him over.

But they found a lot of money on him.
51 million, to be more precise.
The Federal Police broke down the doors of the pigsty.
Twisting the tail of the mischievous pig.

The country already knows that the suitcases belong to him.
All this money is impossible to explain.
He will deny it, as is always his wont.
But this bleeding will be difficult to stop.

His mother says he's not a criminal.
That he is sick and needs treatment.
He claims it's all a misunderstanding.
And that he saves money just to play around.

But the Brazilian people are the truly sick ones.
Dying of hunger and unable to scream.
He eats the swill and even cleans the pigsty.
But you don't kill the pig to eat it for dinner.