The Spanish call it pageantry
\nCulture and the rest
\nAs arrogance creeps into the affair
\nIts bound to test
\nThe bull without exception
\nThe matador of course
\nHe feel he has the nobleness
\nThe distinction and the force<\/p>\n
He has the special lineage
\nThe baronial appeal
\nAs for the bulls the vanquished souls
\nThey are brought to heel
\nThe lesser breeds the animals
\nWatch Lorenzo Sanchez, he
\nParades about in front of a bull
\nJust you look at me<\/p>\n
In my gold regalia
\nI have nobility
\nAnd you, you brutal bulky ox
\nYou see how wise I be
\nThe bull is hurt and dying
\nThe spears and knives all be
\nHis blood is surely seeping
\nHis strength is too and we<\/p>\n
Can feel his inner valour
\nAt the mans audacity
\nThe arrogance and foolhardiness
\nTreating him with flippancy
\nClearly a craven hearted fool
\nHe shows pure disrespect
\nAnd needs a lesson in his life
\nTo kind of interject<\/p>\n
Head down horns out he rumbles
\nForward and he aims
\nAll his power into the body
\nHe controls these games
\nSuch an unbelievable power surge
\nHe throws the matador
\nUp and over and down to the ground
\nImagining how sore<\/p>\n
That was going to make him
\nPhysically and he
\nMay also feel it spiritually
\nHe lies broken for all to see
\nNot moving for an instant
\nRepaid, for his sin
\nWith the aid of karma
\nAnd the audience’s din<\/p>\n
Lorenzo Sanchez suffers
\nAnd some of us might say
\nGood good that he suffers
\nMan un kind must pay
\nFor the evil for the unfairness
\nFor the ugly sinful way
\nBulls are treated in the ring
\nOf death most every day<\/p>\n
I have not a gram of sympathy
\nOnly for the bull
\nThese men who wear their silks and satins
\nSwollen heads all full
\nOf little but the shamelessness
\nAnd grandiosity
\nOf parading around a ring of sand
\nFor all the world to see<\/p>\n
The gaudiness the glitter
\nThe pageantry and pomp
\nThe self important stature
\nThe ostentatious romp
\nThe foppish gaudy garments
\nAnd insolence they serve
\nInsulting the brave bull
\nSeen brandishing his loss of nerve<\/p>\n
The bounce the swank the heroics
\nThen spread eagled in the muck
\nThe crowd is hushed a moment
\nI could’t care a fuck
\nI want to see those braggarts
\nLying bleeding too
\nThis is never sport nor entertainment
\nThats my view<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Spanish call it pageantry Culture and the rest As arrogance creeps into the affair Its bound to test The bull without exception The matador of course He feel he has the nobleness The distinction and the force He has … Continue reading