Matador Read
the bull of our age still leads with the head
we dress to impress, is Matador read?
or are all these frills but fricative flair
gruesome tradition to castrate despair
muleta distracts the eye of the beast
migraines are calmed by the pills in our feast
we torture true strength and keep it confined
we prod and jab untill hate is aligned
We shake and shutter at thought of the 'spear'
A three act tragedy that ends in cheer
our bullet point deaths are kept in the books
that later we burn before someone looks
Timeless the nature of things that mattered
my grains were sought when hour glass shattered
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