Bull shit or BS

How much green grass
Has the bull consumed on summer days
Bewilderment personified
Worthy of the praise
Heaped upon digestion
Strength reiterated
Muscles glowing powerful
It’s future elongated

Born to die in abject pain
Startled by the crowd
A ring built high
Touching the sky
An audience sits proud
The entry of the rage a bull
Positioned and alone
Full of the grass of Spring emerging
Velocity and bone

Enter the prig
In satin pink
Strutting his stuff he sees
The grass fed creature head down coming
The matador agrees
This grassy look of bovine worth
Will soon be lying on gods earth

Fighting Bulls
By men who eat
Lots of bull
That rarest of meat
Creating a scene
A lady man
Armed with knives
And a brassy plan

A frothing mouth
A beating heart
All that grass green from the start
Loved then by
The Natural foe
But now about to up and go