It’s all there in the fine print
\nHorses have to be
\nLeaping over fences
\nHigher than a tree
\nWe are really wicked
\nTo devise this kind of thing
\nAnd call it entertainment
\nAnd this is supposed to bring
\nThe adrenaline a pumping
\nAround our tired old veins
\nWe victimise the innocent
\nAnd exchange their shit for brains<\/p>\n
It’s about degeneration
\nAnd a Shameless attitude
\nThe suggestion of delinquency
\nAnd how it does exude
\nAn Immoral application
\nOf conscienceless regard
\nWe all are graceless reprobates
\nAnd everything’s too hard<\/p>\n
The horses we abandon them
\nIt’s deplorable to see
\nSo called jockeys riding them
\nIt’s pure depravity
\nA heinous dark persuasion
\nSuch liberties we take
\nIt is an infernal scandal
\nOnly for the sake<\/p>\n
Of an industry of scoundrels
\nBacksliding arses who
\nGamble after profit
\nBut only for the few
\nAnd many victims perish
\nWhich the punters fail to feel
\nAny guilt or involvement
\nFor them it’s one big steal<\/p>\n
A race over high fences
\nThe highest ever seen
\nForce them, jump them,injure them
\nThis whole thing is obscene
\nUnvirtuous immoral
\nSelf seeking selfish stuff
\nOut for personal motives
\nIn a world that we make tough<\/p>\n
Totally disinterested
\nIn the safety of the horse
\nIt’s each man for himself alas
\nNumber one of course!
\nA tiny lack of conscience
\nA laxity of thought
\nA baseness and a worthlessness
\nAnd they call this sport<\/p>\n
And many horses suffer
\nTorn down by the whip
\nForced into a death wish
\nOn the ugly trip
\nA vile melee of sweaty bodies
\nFighting at the bit
\nWe are the worthless infidels
\nMade up of so much shit<\/p>\n
The National we call it
\nGrand, even we say
\nWhat’s grand about such cruelty
\nMaking the innocent pay
\nThe unworthiness, the meanness
\nThe paltry methods used
\nHow handsome souls are made to run
\nAnd are physically abused<\/p>\n
It is so disrespectful
\nOf creation for we stand
\nAnd undervalue and ridicule
\nRight across the land
\nIt’s about humiliation
\nIt’s basically cavalier
\nIt’s an affront to freedom
\nAnd creates in them such fear<\/p>\n
They run their poor old legs off
\nWe violate them so
\nDeprive them of their safety
\nAnd it’s all to do with show
\nWe dress them in our colours
\nWe televise them too
\nAnd people go to pay to watch
\nYes that’s what we do<\/p>\n
Our ruthlessness is prevalent
\nOur callousness is too
\nIt’s remorseless degeneration
\nUnsympathetic the race through
\nWe really give no quarter
\nIt’s relentless and so wrong
\nAll we want is our pound of flesh
\nThat’s it all along<\/p>\n
It really is insulting
\nInjurious as well
\nThese are dosed up thoroughbreds
\nRiding into hell
\nAnd whipped up Into horror
\nA claustrophobic mass
\nIt’s all intimidation
\nA kind of rogue morass<\/p>\n
A hopeless situation
\nComfortless despair
\nA mass of sweaty bodies
\nAll fighting for air
\nIt’s vulgar and indelicate
\nIt’s blatant and course grained
\nIt’s just an uglier action
\nAll the victims all are strained<\/p>\n
It truly is lamentable
\nLet’s belly ache and weep
\nWatch their bloodshot eyes demand
\nSuffering when they leap
\nCrashing into fences
\nA death wish every time
\nTotally disillusioned
\nAs they force themselves to climb<\/p>\n
To fly into despondency
\nTo languish in our sin
\nTo feel the wretched agony
\nThe case if they don’t win
\nThen it’s all for nothing
\nHaggard and care worn
\nEverybody’s gloomy
\nThat’s the coming dawn<\/p>\n
That is when the joylessness
\nThen comes to the fore
\nCheerlessness and dreariness
\nThat’s when it’s for sure
\nThe angst may bring a sullenness
\nAnd black moods everywhere
\nAnd that is when our future
\nCan be spattered with despair<\/p>\n
And royalty is up there
\nThey own horses too
\nLet’s us bow before her
\nAnd all her graceless crew
\nGiving the whole aura
\nAn, injection of good
\nIt then become more pleasurable
\nBut still misunderstood
\nIt’s elevated somewhat
\nTo a positivity
\nIt demonstrates an eagerness
\nThat really it can be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s all there in the fine print Horses have to be Leaping over fences Higher than a tree We are really wicked To devise this kind of thing And call it entertainment And this is supposed to bring The adrenaline … Continue reading