That poor mule

Animals have to have rights
Otherwise
We hear they get raped
By the sickest of guys
In Brazil yesterday
At the ranch Taperao
In an unfallen state
What we here now

Is a man of thirty
Living close by
Took a large piece of wood
And shoved it high
Into the Mule
The most heinous of rape
Tied it to a fence
So it couldnt escape

Thrusting and thrusting
Its whinnies and cries
So gross and so foul
Just to realise
The ugly intention
Such a wicked deed
The most venial sin
As the Poor soul did bleed

This man just Raped away
And the Mule sadly died
And in passing away
Out of its stride
As bad as could be
And a refusal to recant
For the obduracy

searching for pleasure
His carnal desire
Deriving the worst kind
Of lust from the dire
Bestial wallowing
Impurity
Defiling an angel
An obscenity

And he still remains free
three months to a year
Thats all his sentence
May be so we hear
This is Brazil in this day and age
Where such lubricity
Yea off the page

Of any good book
The ravishment that
This animal suffered
Depraved and at
The mercy of the sick
The unchaste the impure
Condemned out of damnation
How he did lure

No scaffold will hold him
His hell is right here
In an abyss of blood
That Poor Mule its fear
Scoffing and mocking
Unhallowed and shamed
And reality sadly sees nobody blamed