Warrior man come blow up your horn

A wary and watchful warrior
Assisted by clear eyes
The torture of existence
The persistence of the wise
To be penalised for being
The disharmony they create
The factiousness and awkwardness
It becomes their way to bait

To pick a fight to be bellicose
Cantankerous and wrong
To stab me with those pointed
And do it all along
The loss of blood exuding
Has made me awfully weak
You can see my heart is overworked
Its rest time now I seek

But this prick exposing everything
His manhood and his all
Clad in pink suggestion
He is such a fool
His arrogance is overdone
It takes so much from me
I eye him up
I aim my horns
To impale him painfully

Stick him through his crutch bag
Really make him see
Stabbing bulls and staring
Is playing with our qi
Its his sad defiance
His boasting ugly way
Of taunting me of drawing me
Out of myself today

Old in the tooth and wiser
Than this pumped up clown can see
i yearned for peace but met his war
And what that did for me
Was ti believe in retaliation
Give as good as I got
Aim my horn and thrust my neck
And watch him go to pot

Watch his blood run down his legs
And just feel his pain
A just reward for his challenge
And I’d do it again
Lift him up and toss him
His submission now would be
A kind if fatalism
A surrender actually
I watched them as they carried him
The arena was subdued
It had been my field of battle
And however crude
His injuries were it provided
A reason to be there
If I was to die because of him
He would and should now share

A part of my delusion
The conclusion being I
When beaten would then be eaten
And become them by and by
Could I create a resonance
A taming of their screw
Could I impart some empathy
Its something I could do

I managed to remind him
For a lot of years to come
That wearing clothes as tight as his
And Exposing his pretty bum
Gave me something to aim at
Something soft and tender
And I just bloody well went for him
As the true defender
Thrust my horn into his sac
And twisted it as well
yes dear Mr Matador
I am the bull from Hell

I have the power of Hathor
The strength to see it through
And hopefully when you walk out
Whatever else you do
You just might become more compassionate
For the torture you exact
Murdering and ruining
Which was matter of fact