Kneeling before his master
\nSilks and satins torn
\nShowing contempt for one so powerful
\nDisdainfulness and scorn
\nA critical disciple
\nValiantly displays
\nA superiority
\nAnd sniffiness that plays<\/p>\n
As part of the cuadrilla
\nBehold a baying crowd
\nA broken doll is all you are
\nIn your great pink shroud
\nHathor gives some genuine hope
\nTo bulls who see the light
\nWho have the aspiration
\nTo actually bloody well fight<\/p>\n
The kudos and recognition
\nThe blessings of the god
\nHosannah in the highest
\nThe encore for the yob
\nProstrate and still before him
\nThe true master who be
\nCommended for his tantrum
\nAnd his right to see<\/p>\n
His screams become a whisper
\nThe avenging angel threw
\nWith justifiable spirit
\nSome sanctity into
\nThe arena and the candour
\nAll with scrupulous intent
\nDestroyed that sycophantic sod
\nAnd left him all but spent<\/p>\n
This so called lousy culture
\nThe tradition of those who
\nReally are spent forces
\nTheir torture clueless to
\nThe great strength and commitment
\nTo their great god in the sky
\nWho from time to time retaliates
\nAnd one or other die<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Kneeling before his master Silks and satins torn Showing contempt for one so powerful Disdainfulness and scorn A critical disciple Valiantly displays A superiority And sniffiness that plays As part of the cuadrilla Behold a baying crowd A broken doll … Continue reading