Graffiti and the art of bull fighting

Graffiti is an illegal act
It’s why the councils do react
Bull murder that’s tradition, they
Are bred to kill in a time honoured way

Softened up bloodied well
Knives and swords a taste of Hell
With spirits broken and blood loss they
Die on their feet and begin to sway

Waiting for the prig in the satin who
Will do his duty in front of you
Thrust his knife in the poor souls spine
Watch him froth right down the line

Blood from his nostrils watch it spurt
That’s when you know that it does hurt
That beautiful animals agony
People pay dear just to see

Ice cream all around
The kids there too
It’s all about culture
It’s what they do

Graffiti clearly is art for fools
A spray can yes of course that galls
Some artists the talentless
Whose works are often a complete mess

Which way up nobody knows
But art from a can
It kind of flows
Banksy and others have to be
Especially talented actually

But it’s illegal
You get banged up here
But in Spain the matadors strut
A cheer
Goes up
From the sangria swigging class
Who for some reason exalt this arse

The bull kicks maybe
Fights for breath
Looks around
And welcomes death