I pray for the bull
\nFor that strong fighting force
\nTortured to hell
\nAnd in Madrid
\nJust on course
\nTo be tormented and stabbed
\nCountless times
\nYes before
\nThe matador\u2019s entrance
\nAnd more blood and gore<\/p>\n
Emptiness his self-importance
\nWe feel
\nSelf-admiration
\nIs that the appeal
\nExhibitionism
\nConceited and proud
\nAs he stabs at the Bull
\nTo the roar of the crowd<\/p>\n
His head up his arse.
\nEgotistic he be
\nStabbing and watching
\nThe bull frantically
\nSuffering crying
\nAnd all that we see
\nIs the greatest young man
\nBumptious and cocky<\/p>\n
One Gonzalo Caballaro
\nBoyfriend of the niece
\nOf the King of Spain
\nWill wonders ever cease
\nThe rich manifesting
\nMachismo Galore
\nThe poor Bull is dying
\nBut he\u2019s still in a war<\/p>\n
The Bull\u2019s has enough
\nBlood lose and pain
\nA swaggering silk clad
\nPretentious strain
\nOf puffed up young stickler
\nSword after sword
\nThrust into his body
\nNone could he afford<\/p>\n
La Ventas was packed
\nWith the screamers and more
\nLusting after blood
\nAfter sinew and gore
\nBlood thirsty Spaniards
\nRed necks who need
\nTo see bulls on fire
\nOr just simply bleed<\/p>\n
Well the Bull had enough
\nThe smirking conceit
\nNot a piece of humility
\nAnd the elite
\nBaying and laughing
\nThe hero ahead
\nThe bull put his head down
\nAnd charged
\nAnd the red
\nblood spurted high
\nFrom the femoral vein
\nGored in the groin
\nIn the thigh the disdain
\nA serious breach
\nThe artery gone
\nA river of blood
\nWhere the sun now had shone<\/p>\n
Arrived away
\nTo the dispensary
\nThe big celebration
\nThey all came to see
\nRuined by the bull
\nAnd the crowed bay for more
\nThey cut off an ear
\nSaying that was for sure<\/p>\n
It ought be delivered
\nTo the hospital where
\nYoung Gonzalo was lying
\nFeeling the despair
\nHe was gravely hurt
\nAnd I can\u2019t say that I
\nHave any remorse for this kind of guy<\/p>\n
Arrogant and haughty
\nBrazen and wrong
\nIn this day and age
\nSuch sights don\u2019t belong
\nIt is total abuse
\nOf a beautiful soul
\nWho is tortured to death
\nAnd left without soul<\/p>\n
The repugnance I feel
\nFor the whole fighting mob
\nGroup bellicosity
\nEach one a knob
\nWho needs a good hiding
\nSuch misanthropy
\nIn this day and age
\nLet\u2019s just hope he be<\/p>\n
Suffering long and hurting so much
\nAnd he won\u2019t be out killing
\nNor wanting to touch
\nThe bulls or their aura
\nAll I can say
\nIs bull fighting is evil
\nAnd cannot be a way<\/p>\n
Of showing one\u2019s manliness
\nOr one\u2019s desire
\nFor women to respect men
\nWho openly lie
\nWho take on the bull and
\nDispatch him each day
\nTo the great RAINBOW bridge
\nIn the sky far away<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I pray for the bull For that strong fighting force Tortured to hell And in Madrid Just on course To be tormented and stabbed Countless times Yes before The matador\u2019s entrance And more blood and gore Emptiness his self-importance We … Continue reading