GONZALO CABALLERO

I pray for the bull
For that strong fighting force
Tortured to hell
And in Madrid
Just on course
To be tormented and stabbed
Countless times
Yes before
The matador’s entrance
And more blood and gore

Emptiness his self-importance
We feel
Self-admiration
Is that the appeal
Exhibitionism
Conceited and proud
As he stabs at the Bull
To the roar of the crowd

His head up his arse.
Egotistic he be
Stabbing and watching
The bull frantically
Suffering crying
And all that we see
Is the greatest young man
Bumptious and cocky

One Gonzalo Caballaro
Boyfriend of the niece
Of the King of Spain
Will wonders ever cease
The rich manifesting
Machismo Galore
The poor Bull is dying
But he’s still in a war

The Bull’s has enough
Blood lose and pain
A swaggering silk clad
Pretentious strain
Of puffed up young stickler
Sword after sword
Thrust into his body
None could he afford

La Ventas was packed
With the screamers and more
Lusting after blood
After sinew and gore
Blood thirsty Spaniards
Red necks who need
To see bulls on fire
Or just simply bleed

Well the Bull had enough
The smirking conceit
Not a piece of humility
And the elite
Baying and laughing
The hero ahead
The bull put his head down
And charged
And the red
blood spurted high
From the femoral vein
Gored in the groin
In the thigh the disdain
A serious breach
The artery gone
A river of blood
Where the sun now had shone

Arrived away
To the dispensary
The big celebration
They all came to see
Ruined by the bull
And the crowed bay for more
They cut off an ear
Saying that was for sure

It ought be delivered
To the hospital where
Young Gonzalo was lying
Feeling the despair
He was gravely hurt
And I can’t say that I
Have any remorse for this kind of guy

Arrogant and haughty
Brazen and wrong
In this day and age
Such sights don’t belong
It is total abuse
Of a beautiful soul
Who is tortured to death
And left without soul

The repugnance I feel
For the whole fighting mob
Group bellicosity
Each one a knob
Who needs a good hiding
Such misanthropy
In this day and age
Let’s just hope he be

Suffering long and hurting so much
And he won’t be out killing
Nor wanting to touch
The bulls or their aura
All I can say
Is bull fighting is evil
And cannot be a way

Of showing one’s manliness
Or one’s desire
For women to respect men
Who openly lie
Who take on the bull and
Dispatch him each day
To the great RAINBOW bridge
In the sky far away