Skinned buffalo head fiend

What a dreadful imposition
What virulence what canker
What a hornets nest of sinfulness
What a really gruesome anchor
Two majestic buffalo
Taken from this world
By what passes for a human
Who somehow just got hurled

Into the world of earthling tribes
The animals who are
Mentors to the higher forces
And in the dark they star
Light is their expression
Positivity
Bold and brave and heroic
And full on constancy

Enter the sinful toe rag
Who creates adversity
Who expends his dark deliverance
To pulverise the free
The wanderers whose regency
Is where it has to be

The ravager the spoiler
He is the contraband
His booty is life itself
He cannot understand
How vile he is
How totally unattractive to us all
So obviously ugly
With his filched and plundered haul

I can feel those earthlings crying out
Their agony is mine
What devil sits and peels their skin off
There has to be a sign
Of sickness of a diseased state
And then to sit and pose
With the element of ghastly
Which the longer you look
Just grows

And he sits there smug and smiling
Awkwardly he reveals
His arrogance and his obtuseness
To me the bastard feels
Nothing he is dead inside
His organs dried and gone
To have done what he did
And sit like this
Someone should get upon
Him and crush his body
Peel the skin from around
His eyes his nose his lips
His arse and spread it on the ground

To have somebody photograph
This insouciant desire
With all its added suffering
And The punishment of fire
The incubus the burden
Clearly the pain is high
And to think that it is artwork
On and on you die

Its hideousness and gracelessness
Defacing as they go
Creating gargoyle look a likes
To join in with the show
Its tastelessness its heartless
Risible and bizarre
Undignified and shoddy
And its all the people know

Sitting in the sunlight
A glimpse of his big truck
Clad in fucking khaki
He has just run out of luck
His bad taste is now out there
Such vulgarity
I really cannot get to grips
With his base insanity

He sits there on the internet
As blatant as can be
The picture he is part of
Is pure obscenity
He should have been arrested
And taken to a place
Where every limb is broken
And he gets one in the face

From a Buffalo with horns
As big as the ones he might have killed
And then we see his his photograph
As his blood is being spilled
Let him have a taste of what he delivers
To our friends
And see if that dire message does something
As it wends

Its way through darkest Africa its victims
Everywhere
I hope I hear him screaming as they pull away his hair
Dig his fucking eyes out
And shove quick lime down his pants
Before positioning him on a hill on top
Of soldier ants