An assemblage of knaves
\nOf the wicked intent
\nVigour and drive
\nAnd from Heaven was sent
\nIts muscle and might
\nA sovereign supreme
\nA force to contend with
\nOf the crop its the cream<\/p>\n
Bullied and tortured
\nMade to feel weak
\nPrepared to be frightened
\nAnd far off its peak
\nShaky and wonky
\nChilli in its eyes
\nTears mixed with blood
\nThat Spain oft denies<\/p>\n
And in with a rush
\nFrom the tunnels so dark
\nComes the great tortured soul
\nWanting to mark
\nHis way into Heaven
\nAnd there is a roar
\nFrom the wicked assemblage
\nLike never before<\/p>\n
The destroyers and levellers
\nThe cuadrilla they
\nWith their lances and spears
\nAnd swords an array
\nOf evil intent
\nOf ugliness too
\nHorseback and standing
\nWhat They are going to do<\/p>\n
Is back up the violence
\nThe fury the pain
\nThe frenzy
\nOf stabbing again and again
\nMore roars from the crowd
\nWho are baying for blood
\nPicnics and ice cream
\nExpecting a flood<\/p>\n
Of mucus and sputum
\nOf a crimson stream
\nWanting a rumpus
\nHearing the scream
\nNeanderthal men
\nIn their satins so lush
\nInhumanity rages
\nFirebrands that rush
\nStabbing the Bull
\nWith lances so deep
\nWith swords and with knives
\nWatch the blood surface and seep<\/p>\n
Dancing encircling
\nEach Dizzy refrain
\nThe impulse to thrust
\nAgain and again
\nThe snort, the blood fountain
\nThe hot steamy breath
\nThe gob and the skin
\nIts nearer to death<\/p>\n
And The matador
\nSinks to his knees in the ring
\nHis hands in the air
\nHis fervour does bring
\nA prayer for the bull
\nRespect supposedly
\nPresenting his love
\nFor a victim who be
\nOn his last legs
\nHis heart weakening fast
\nThe sights and the sounds
\nAre lowering fast
\nSo many nutters
\nAround us today
\nThese are the psychopaths
\nAll in full sway
\nOf unsound mind
\nThats very clear
\nUp goes the crowd
\nA bloody great cheer<\/p>\n
As the Bull just falls foward
\nBlood everywhere
\nIts eyes Are still open
\nI Know its unfair
\nThe Spanish are far gone
\nAs wicked as hell
\nSo many contusions
\nThey offer and sell
\nBrute force and ignorance
\nPitiless vile
\nMurder most foul
\nOff everyones dial<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
An assemblage of knaves Of the wicked intent Vigour and drive And from Heaven was sent Its muscle and might A sovereign supreme A force to contend with Of the crop its the cream Bullied and tortured Made to feel … Continue reading