Radar slip rode

New Zealand slips under the radar
It puts out it’s slogans about
Being a place
With a much cleaner face
But this film leaves me
In such doubt

The Rodeo Season from Farm Watch
Now who in their right mind
Would dare
To go and see coward boys
Promoting their sick joys
Vile nasty pastimes
That share

Cruelty beyond anything
seen
Animals made to look violent and mean
With base inadequates and their big squeeze
It must be revulsion a terrible squeeze
Total and utter delusion where they
Rope burn the bulls to get out
Of the way
You can feel the pain right away everywhere
It is hateful and odious
Bringing despair

This is offensive behaviour
It’s nothing that people should see
Roping the cattle, running them weak
Strangling the calves those at their peak

Tearing the calves down when in full flight
Such provocation hoping to fight
Such indignation peeved and annoyed
Making their blood boil,who’d be overjoyed?
By the petulant coward boys with their anger and woe
Breathing fire and fury
Wherever they go

Rodeo sold as a skilful affair
But reality proves it is cruel their despair
Obvious really, these bulls and these calves
Are threatened and throttled nothing by halves
Goaded and roaring makes them, all see red
Sharpness and tartness goes over their head
Ruffle and irritate give umbrage to
Snappish and waspish all the time through

Give them a lesson
Let us chastise
Their day of reckoning
Let it surprise

Beating and whipping
Paddle slap smack
Pathological liars
Bounce on their back
So much transgression
Malpractice and all
Corpus delicti
Up against the wall

New Zealand has got to
Trim in it’s horns
Such immorality
Really it warns
Coward boys and others
That what they do
Is the pits now
The king of the shits
Yes that’s you