The impulse to be wicked
\nComes easy in the ring
\nSPAIN Uses its tactics
\nCertainly to bring
\nIts audiience to fervour
\nWith gladatorial pain
\nThe terror for the horses
\nSo malignantly insane<\/p>\n
The Picador a gutless oaf
\nRides horseback and he will
\nSlash into the wild bulls neck
\nWanting to instil
\nAgony and evil forcing retaliation
\nThe bull will charge the horse he’s on
\nHis horns seek penetration
\nThrough the stomach imagine that
\nDisembowelling they
\nStuff the entrails back with hay
\nAnd sow them up
\nTo say <\/p>\n
Such things to even think them
\nThat anyone could dare
\nTo make an animal suffer so
\nAnd even be aware
\nThat this is actually happening
\nTo a created soul
\nTortured beyond imagination
\nBy some weird arseole<\/p>\n
It is beyond humanity
\nIts medieval crap
\nSo far passed its sell by date
\nAnd a huge great gap
\nHow man today can look away
\nKnowing that others dare
\nTo make the equine elders suffer
\nSo
\nIt has to scare<\/p>\n
The daylights out of everyone
\nWho knows this yet who goes
\nPays to see this evil
\nAnd there before it flows
\nThe blood and guts of the innocent
\nTortured beyond belief
\nPetroeum up their nostrils
\nAnd in their ears
\nTo give them grief<\/p>\n
The cuadrilla they are zombies
\nReal life dead head cases
\nMaligning the innocent
\nCovering up their faces
\nHapless wretched beautiful souls
\nMade to suffer so
\nIt is their waking nightmare
\nMartyrdom in flow<\/p>\n
Anguished and angst ridden
\nWounded and careworn
\nSuffering the torments
\nOf just being born
\nInto this vile arena
\nHumiliated so
\nSuffering the unpleasantness
\nAnd the menace that we know<\/p>\n
And its supposed to be amusement
\nEntertainment if you will
\nBlood is spurting everywhere
\nAnd the audience is still
\nroaring and applauding
\nThis is Spain today
\nUnsightly graceless monsters
\nIll proportioned more each day<\/p>\n
These horses suffer terribly
\nIts tastelessness gone mad
\nVulgarity depravity
\nSo blatantly so bad
\nThe din the crowd the terror
\nThe misgivings and the pain
\nThe cowardice of the Picador
\nThe quitting shirking vain
\nSkulking yellow streak of shit
\nThat sits their feeling he
\nIs the great big warrior
\nWhose unconcern we see<\/p>\n
The nobility and gentility
\nOf an old horse clearly we
\nWatch it take its medicine
\nIts real ancestry
\nGave it some distinction
\nAnd now its left to die
\nUnder the arse of poltroon
\nFixated with the sky<\/p>\n
It really makes me angry
\nThe wrathfulness I see
\nThe cries listen you will hear them
\nAbove the roar they be
\nBad blood it is everywhere
\nThe stench of it i feel
\nThe calloussness and the barbousness
\nIts honestly so real.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The impulse to be wicked Comes easy in the ring SPAIN Uses its tactics Certainly to bring Its audiience to fervour With gladatorial pain The terror for the horses So malignantly insane The Picador a gutless oaf Rides horseback and … Continue reading