Steeplechase

It’s all there in the fine print
Horses have to be
Leaping over fences
Higher than a tree
We are really wicked
To devise this kind of thing
And call it entertainment
And this is supposed to bring
The adrenaline a pumping
Around our tired old veins
We victimise the innocent
And exchange their shit for brains

It’s about degeneration
And a Shameless attitude
The suggestion of delinquency
And how it does exude
An Immoral application
Of conscienceless regard
We all are graceless reprobates
And everything’s too hard

The horses we abandon them
It’s deplorable to see
So called jockeys riding them
It’s pure depravity
A heinous dark persuasion
Such liberties we take
It is an infernal scandal
Only for the sake

Of an industry of scoundrels
Backsliding arses who
Gamble after profit
But only for the few
And many victims perish
Which the punters fail to feel
Any guilt or involvement
For them it’s one big steal

A race over high fences
The highest ever seen
Force them, jump them,injure them
This whole thing is obscene
Unvirtuous immoral
Self seeking selfish stuff
Out for personal motives
In a world that we make tough

Totally disinterested
In the safety of the horse
It’s each man for himself alas
Number one of course!
A tiny lack of conscience
A laxity of thought
A baseness and a worthlessness
And they call this sport

And many horses suffer
Torn down by the whip
Forced into a death wish
On the ugly trip
A vile melee of sweaty bodies
Fighting at the bit
We are the worthless infidels
Made up of so much shit

The National we call it
Grand, even we say
What’s grand about such cruelty
Making the innocent pay
The unworthiness, the meanness
The paltry methods used
How handsome souls are made to run
And are physically abused

It is so disrespectful
Of creation for we stand
And undervalue and ridicule
Right across the land
It’s about humiliation
It’s basically cavalier
It’s an affront to freedom
And creates in them such fear

They run their poor old legs off
We violate them so
Deprive them of their safety
And it’s all to do with show
We dress them in our colours
We televise them too
And people go to pay to watch
Yes that’s what we do

Our ruthlessness is prevalent
Our callousness is too
It’s remorseless degeneration
Unsympathetic the race through
We really give no quarter
It’s relentless and so wrong
All we want is our pound of flesh
That’s it all along

It really is insulting
Injurious as well
These are dosed up thoroughbreds
Riding into hell
And whipped up Into horror
A claustrophobic mass
It’s all intimidation
A kind of rogue morass

A hopeless situation
Comfortless despair
A mass of sweaty bodies
All fighting for air
It’s vulgar and indelicate
It’s blatant and course grained
It’s just an uglier action
All the victims all are strained

It truly is lamentable
Let’s belly ache and weep
Watch their bloodshot eyes demand
Suffering when they leap
Crashing into fences
A death wish every time
Totally disillusioned
As they force themselves to climb

To fly into despondency
To languish in our sin
To feel the wretched agony
The case if they don’t win
Then it’s all for nothing
Haggard and care worn
Everybody’s gloomy
That’s the coming dawn

That is when the joylessness
Then comes to the fore
Cheerlessness and dreariness
That’s when it’s for sure
The angst may bring a sullenness
And black moods everywhere
And that is when our future
Can be spattered with despair

And royalty is up there
They own horses too
Let’s us bow before her
And all her graceless crew
Giving the whole aura
An, injection of good
It then become more pleasurable
But still misunderstood
It’s elevated somewhat
To a positivity
It demonstrates an eagerness
That really it can be