SPAIN you breed a bunch of thoroughly nasty
\nEvil men
\nYou train them in the murdering of Bulls
\nPray tell me when
\nThis infamy will ever cease
\nWhat I saw today
\nA tortured fellow in such pain
\nAnd the matador
\nCut away
\nBoth his ears despite his tears
\nHe was still alive okay<\/p>\n
Aware and feeling the agony
\nNot just of solid pain
\nBut the ugliness of the human being
\nFor what now could he gain
\nFrom being so bloody unfeeling
\nNo morals did he bear
\nA numbness and a stupor
\nThis arse was unaware<\/p>\n
His indifference a criminal concern
\nTo anyone
\nHis coarseness was as cold as ice
\nHis cruelty did stun
\nTotally unconscious
\nImpervious to pain
\ninflicted on his victim
\nWho under went the strain<\/p>\n
Of really being murdered
\nAnd having no chance at all
\nBeing stabbed repeatedly
\nWith all the blood and gall
\nBeing terribly brutalised
\nBy a coward dressed up in pink
\nWho needs a sabre up his arse
\nJust to make him think<\/p>\n
And twist it when its up there
\nLet him fucking know
\nWhat its like to suffer
\nTo fucking suffer so
\nDon’t put them on a pedestal
\nAnd laud over them by day
\nGiving them adoration
\nGet rid of them I say<\/p>\n
The suffering was in his eyes
\nTo endure this kind of pain
\nWith hundreds of idiots cheering
\nAt an animAl being slain
\nBy the creepiest of blackguards
\nBy the most evil of shits
\nThat mournfulness I feel it
\nDeep inside of me its wits
\nTorn out of its gentle heart
\nAnd thrown into the air
\nBy a criminal who should be locked up
\nAnd if I was fucking there<\/p>\n
He would be, this is torture
\nOf a proud soul at the end
\nThe anxiety was obvious
\nThis bull was someones friend
\nReaching desolation lost in bouts of woe
\nSo Much botheration
\nWith just no where to go<\/p>\n
He had to be their sacrifice
\nTo withstand their cutting ways
\nTo listen to their happiness
\nEach pathetic phase
\nDoleful its the end game
\nLamentable to hear
\nA bellyaching dying bull
\nSoon minus an ear
\nAnd using his dying body
\nTo wipe away the blood
\nIt all about the amusement
\nOf a demon in full flood<\/p>\n
Spain you are a disastrous place
\nYour culture stinks to hell
\nThe hideousness that happened there
\nNo human soul could sell
\nThis circus of deformity
\nAnd defacement at a stroke
\nThe unlovely unhandsome shocking fellow
\nReally we could soak
\nHim now in his own bloody mess
\nAs repellant as that feels
\nThis bounder wants a hiding
\nUntil he bloody well squeals<\/p>\n
An obtrusive blatant arseole
\nA craven hearted troll
\nAs insolent as the day is long
\nThis creature has no soul
\nHe alienates his thinking
\nHis bitterness we feel
\nAn aggressive nasty bugger
\nMy blood boils now for real<\/p>\n
If someone out there loves him
\nSome women holds him tight
\nI beg that Hathor comes for him
\nAnd does it one dark night
\nCut his bloody penis off
\nAnd shoves it where it goes
\nHe is an abomination
\nOne of those so and so’s<\/p>\n
I make no apology for this poem
\nWhich gave me much anger to write after
\nWitnessing this evil<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
SPAIN you breed a bunch of thoroughly nasty Evil men You train them in the murdering of Bulls Pray tell me when This infamy will ever cease What I saw today A tortured fellow in such pain And the matador … Continue reading