Pardon me, sir
if I interrupt you, but in the reception
there's a couple of poor men
who ask insistently for you.
They don't ask for alms, no...
They neither sell wool carpets,
nor ebony elephants.
They're poor who have nothing at all.
I didn't understand well
nothing to sell or nothing to lose,
but as it seems
you have something that belongs to them.
Do you want me to tell them the sir is out...?
To return tomorrow, in visit time...?
Or I better tell them like the sir says:
"Give a thing and take a thing,
to wear the devil's gold ring..."?
Pardon me, sir,
the reception is filled with poor
and they don't stop arriving,
from the rear, by sea and land.
And as the sir says he's out
and considering this is an urgency,
they asked me to show them
where are the provisions,
and may God reward you.
Will you give me the keys or I take them out? You'll decide
that while we're still talking
more and more poor are still arriving.
Do you want me to call a guard to check
if they have their poor documentation in rule...?
Or I better tell them like the sir says:
"If you want to be my friend
don't touch my money, then..."?
Pardon me, sir
but this issue is getting worse.
They're coming by millions and
curiously, they all come here.
I tried to hold them but you see,
they found your location.
These are the poor I talked about...
I leave you with the gentlemen
And understand...
If you don't order anything, I'll quit.
If you need me, call me...
May God inspire you or keep you safe,
these men haven't found out
that Karl Marx is six feet under.