Such fear and complete consternation
\nA mortal in fear of its life
\nA one year old soul
\nWho is not in control
\nImpaled on the end of each knife<\/p>\n
Self distrust shyness and despairing
\nPetrified honestly so
\nCondemned by those blackguards
\nWith heartless accord
\nWhose yellow streak I watched it grow<\/p>\n
the fight so called grown men and a baby
\nCouldn’t care less and don’t care
\nAudacious and madcap and spineless
\nCharged with such wilful despair
\nThat baby had no where to run to
\nThe real craven hearted all three
\nUnconcerned and unbidden and loveless
\nAnd the audience who paid to see<\/p>\n
A slaughtering based on ingloriousness
\nA scandalously ugly refrain,
\nBlood gushing out of its nostrils
\nIt’s demeaning to cause this much pain
\nSpain has no culture to speak of
\nHer reputation is gone
\nIt’s vulgar and shameful gaining submissions
\nOnly to go on and on.<\/p>\n
Such bitterness rancour and aversion
\nHound this poor baby yes so
\nStabbing it hard when it lost its guard
\nAnd cut its ears off as we know
\nAll of this culture they speak of
\nIs Ungallant off handed and sick
\nChurlish and surly despite being burly
\nThese arse holes they got on my wick<\/p>\n
It was murder just slaughtering murder
\nLoathsome it was from the start
\nThat women and children were watching
\nX rated evil their heart
\nLost in a world of confusion
\nSunk in a melee of poop
\nTrolls born of hatred baneful and beastly
\nA thoroughly dastardly group<\/p>\n
To watch that dear baby run and fall over
\nAnd cry to the heavens above
\nBut there were no angels watching this violence
\nAnd nobody else with much love
\nSo the poor baby sunk on its haunches
\nAnd let out a scream of dismay
\nSPain is the ugliest country around
\nAnd if I had my way I would flay<\/p>\n
All of those so called men fighters
\nTill the skin on their back was red raw
\nThen turn them around and work on their chests
\nAnd cut off their ears on the floor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Such fear and complete consternation A mortal in fear of its life A one year old soul Who is not in control Impaled on the end of each knife Self distrust shyness and despairing Petrified honestly so Condemned by those … Continue reading