One thousand pounds of muscle
\nA stout neck a fine head
\nA bull of some distinction
\nWho is well and truly dead
\nThe pageant the arena
\nThe show goes on we see
\n5000 avid supporters
\nAt the bullfight where he be<\/p>\n
Fit and strong and fighting
\nWell fighting for his life
\nAfter the team of torturers
\nHave increased the power and strife
\nBleeding oh he has been stabbed
\nMany times that’s how
\nKarla de Los Angeles
\nExpected him to bow<\/p>\n
Down before her take her thrust
\nLet her slaughter deep
\nWeaken him with devilish swipes
\nBut he was not asleep
\nHe was really firing
\nOn all cylinders and
\nThrew
\nher over his fine head
\nAnd gored her
\nHis horns went on through<\/p>\n
Her thigh and gluteal muscles
\nThe pain it must have been
\nShocking for this young women
\nThe spectacle obscene
\nAnd she a female matador
\nAnd mother of a child
\nUp against this wonderful beast
\nWho knew really how wild<\/p>\n
He was and he took umbrage
\nAt being expected to
\nAllow some female matador
\nTo well just run him through
\nOthers there were injured
\nI can’t say that I care
\nbull fighting isn’t fighting
\nIt’s bull murder, and I swear<\/p>\n
For women to fight animals
\nWith a wish to run them through
\nJust shows how sick they really are
\nTo do what they now do
\nAnd no regret whatsoever
\nExcept the boundless fear
\nAll she could say was how sorry
\nShe did not cut off his ear<\/p>\n
What a heartless bitch I say
\nWhat an evil fool
\nShe was so upset about not killing
\nThis bull
\nTorture it see it’s blood
\nSpurting from its back
\nWatching it, hearing it
\nUnder such a sustained attack<\/p>\n
These women are not women
\nNot feminine anymore
\nThey fill their guts with bull flesh
\nOf that I am bloody sure<\/p>\n
What comes next
\nThat’s what she feels
\nI can only hope that she
\nFinds more bulls who hurt her
\nFor the sake of sanctity
\nTheir suffering is evident
\nTheir agony we feel
\nTheir sadness and their mournfulness
\nIs really very real
\nI really feel uneasy
\nThat people pay to see
\nAnimals being slaughtered
\nAnd feel nothing actually<\/p>\n
A mother with a baby girl
\nTo look after and to love
\nAnd what does she do
\nShe murders bulls
\nClearly no peaceful dove
\nThis war horse this evil bitch
\nAll she wants to do
\nIt cuts a dying bulls ear off
\nUgly through and through<\/p>\n
Impassive and unconscious
\nA block of solid ice
\nUnemotional and unconcerned
\nNothing about her nice
\nDeadened to reality
\nCulture in her veins
\nImpervious to the need for life
\nAnd all it’s vital strains<\/p>\n
I cannot call this courage
\nRed blooded maybe she
\nHas that audacious arrogance
\nThat I don’t wish to see
\nWomen copying men and being manly
\nIt’s not right
\nTo me they are craven hearted
\nA lamp without a light<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One thousand pounds of muscle A stout neck a fine head A bull of some distinction Who is well and truly dead The pageant the arena The show goes on we see 5000 avid supporters At the bullfight where he … Continue reading