My final moments ( by a Bull)

I woke up feeling the sun
warm on my back this morning I
had got up early and romped about
under an azure sky
it looked to be a good day
and drank some water wow
that really tasted special
I was in the now

and now I’m sick and dying
and that prancing bloke in blue
all those silks and satins
sometimes I want to screw
creeps like him into the dust
and crush him really flat
in many ways he does disgust
and I could use him like a mat
kind of fall on top of him
and crush him and hear him cry
but then I too am sentient
and there is no reason why

he stabs me yea he cuts me yea
and darts yea here and there
holding up that cape of his
with all his curly hair
but then I get to thinking
what’s the point of that
I don’t have to kill him
already he looks a pratt

those toreadors and picadors
more cowards if you ask me
they get those horses dressed
up in regalia and we
see them and can gore them
accidentally
we don’t set out to hurt each other
but sometimes regrettably

it happens and again as sentients
we feel very bad
the human unkind they feel nothing
they don’t even look sad
that we feel pain
and the horse feels pain
they don’t bloody care
and the audience those spanish people
they are so unfair

its a big family outing
the children come as well
they don’t seem put off by my blood
ice cream and sweets when I fell
down with such a thump
all I heard was a bloody cheer
I was aching my heart was breaking
but them oh it was clear

they couldn’t care a monkeys
for me
the fact that I
was stabbed and slammed and losing it
and soon I was going to die
they were laughing they were singing
eating ice cream like before
the Spanish and the Bullfights
god knows what its for

look at me I’m almost spent
I was healthy and strong today
and now I am all but knackered
with not a lot to say
its hot I could do with some water
my eyes too want to sleep
my head feels extra heavy
I think I am going to weep

adios amigo’s
one day you’ll go
where we goes

and we shall be waiting for you