Money at the heart of rodeo

Those of us watching the rodeo
Feeling the pain that we see
Roping and riding
Prodding and hiding
And really pretending to be

A coward boy
A coward girl
The money
the big bucks
The wagers we make
Riding them bulls
And feeling the pulls
And having our share of the cake

Seeing those calves pulled a’sunder
Their feet torn away as they ran
Watching these ropes take away all their hopes
Up the slopes yes to where it began

It’s blatantly cruel to the next man
S.h.a.r.k campaigns widely of course
And rightly so they are all in the flow
Hoping to protect the horse
The Bull and the animals all of the animals
And draw the women in to
For basically women have maternal instincts
Much more so than most Men now do

Vegan men yea they are coming on board
Raising their sensitive sides
Rodeo really is intrinsically
Entertainment where in satan hides
It’s bitterly cruel and so so unfair
An ethos of terror and pain
It’s the self serving masculine creatures
The misogynist cynic insane

This is no sport and no pastime
And though women sometimes agree
To be part of the excess and squalor
Its hardly femininity
The women who tag on and try it
And Go out of their way to be seen
Gain that hardness of heart
Which sets them apart
From the ladies they might just have been

For me it’s big step away from their roots
Out of context and truthfully they
Would be far better off to acknowledge this fact
And respect living things I would say

Stand by the side of the animal earthlings
Let tenderness overflow
Acting with hatred and odious sense
Is a negative trait that can grow

But it doesn’t make for a much better world
And humanity feels this is true
The sweet obligation of building a family
Is really what couples can do

Can there be some exoneration
A pardon let’s say that will be
Unavenged and unpunished within how we are
Fair minded unbiased and free

The rodeo stands for inglorious methods
Of showing off skills we have learned
But those youthful coward boys
Who travel from city to city
So often feel spurned

They never stop travelling
Rolling along on the wind thats the life
That they choose
They are beholden to no one and nothing
What really have they to lose

The family the respect and the children
Their roots they apply to somewhere
Responsible citizens, that is debatable
When they create such despair

Rodeo I think is a thing of the past
It’s a cruel and unfortunate way
Of showing off skills that give folk the chills
And make the innocent pay

There now isn’t need to make young calves bleed
To break in wild horses and fly
The various places with significant cases
Of improbity which now does lie

Very heavily onto our conscience
Ego centrism seemingly,won
Each man for himself it’s about number one
That ungenerous son of a gun