Calves and Rodeo

The mindlessness of the unsound
The wanting moronic who
Go about as cowboys
And to rodeos they do
Inanity and thoughtlessness
A topic of their day
Unseeing eyes
And tunnel vision
It all gets in the way

Apathetic unaware
Preoccupied perhaps
Undutiful behaviour
They are the sort of chaps
That are inclined to torture
To frighten and to pain
Loose-thinking and sloppy
Their brain more of a drain

Many clearly numbskulls
Boneheads in a way
Lacking any empathy
Fancifal they pay
Very little attention
To the feelings they portray
They are cruel when ever they get the chance
Making the innocent pay

Calves taken from their mothers
Babies Simply they
Have no guidance about life
And no milk and so they pay
Heavily for their innocence
From their inclinations to
Expect love and attention
Instead ofcourse they do

Suffer at the hands of so called
Many who
dress up as a cowboy
The rodeo they do
Act out all the so called skills
Of ancestors of the past
Abuse is really everywhere
Their die sadly is cast

Little animals suffering so
Trodden on on the ground
Men tread on their noses
The camera has found
Cruelty beyond the pale
Babies backsides kicked
Made to get up made to run
Wondering why they were picked

To undergo such evil
Such obtuseness and these threats
These feeble minded degenerates
Probably with debts
Creeping up around them
And so they act this way
Beating up on babies
It is America’s way

A lot of them are dullards
With delusions I can say
Far removed from cowboys
Really in this day
And age they might be shop workers
Who at weekends do their thing
Dress up in their clobber
And really try to bring

The wild west into their lives
They havent got a clue
Beating up on baby cows
Its not the thing to do
Its seen as bloody cowardice
Its abuse yes all the way
And rodeo should be banned
What else can I say

Take it out on computer games
Leave the animals be
Frustrated ignorant arseoles
That is who I see
Roping little babies
Who should be with their mothers
Not beaten up and crucified
And waiting for the others

Another line of tortures
Thrown about at will
Busted legs and broken joints
And their blood they spill
Little babies not eaven weaned
Thrown about by spivs
Who themselves need a beating
But sadly no one gives

Them one and so it goes on
And families join in
And high schools join in
And corporates see it all as a money spinner
And support it

Its a degeneration of mind and spirit

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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