Constancy and endurance
\nMy life spent in the field
\nMy unflagging efforts
\nJust trying to build
\nMuscle and brawn and strength
\nFor to try
\nAnd live out my life
\nUnder the sky<\/p>\n
Fortitude that was
\nthe name of the game
\nGutsy and plucky
\nundaunted by name
\nTo never give up hope
\nTo fight for the breath
\nTo hammer away
\nAnd to put aside death<\/p>\n
In the ring of the dead
\nWhere the bold matador
\nDressed in his satins
\nWants to see more
\nOf me being dragged
\nOut stabbed through the heart
\nAnd like some dainty prig
\nHe pushing the cart<\/p>\n
So I am finished
\nso many swords
\nThrust into me
\nFrom the cowardly hordes
\nSo tortured I be
\nThey Pushed the chilli’s
\ninto my eyes
\nFiled down my horns
\nFor they were the guys<\/p>\n
Seen to have valour
\nSeen to be brave
\nTorturing bulls
\nLife clearly grave
\nRupturing blood vessels
\nCausing such pain
\nSuch spineless creeps
\nAgain and again<\/p>\n
And as I recoil
\nAnd feel sick in my soul
\nOne clears his throat
\nAnd gobs, its his role
\nSuch contempt such disdain
\nSuch a lofty refrain
\nA curl of his lip
\nA gift for my trip<\/p>\n
Spat on despicable object he be
\nWith Such a lowering opinion
\nof me
\nMocks me rides roughshod over my soul
\nBut in hell when he gets there
\nI’m in control
\nHathor will reward this gob spitting lout
\nWith a horn up his arse
\nAnd he will know about<\/p>\n
The pain he caused me
\nAnd the utter disdain
\nThe rest will be history<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Constancy and endurance My life spent in the field My unflagging efforts Just trying to build Muscle and brawn and strength For to try And live out my life Under the sky Fortitude that was the name of the game … Continue reading