Toroturadores

You saw a suit of lights
The disgust you produce
Rotten, coward, and party animal
You hide behind the barrier
Cuban cigar and top-shelf brandy
To spend the summer afternoon
Sadistic and bastards
Cheering from the stands
What a bullfight pass
Such mastery of the cape
You make another somersault
And a horn rips your dick off
I want to see you pierced
Gored and bleeding
In your national party
See your guts on a platter
Cut off your tail and ear
In your irrational party
8 meters of intestine
Coming out like a colt
Through the anal sphincter
This is more than a scratch
Liver, pancreas, and spleen
You're wide open
I want to see your skull open
And take advantage of the moment
To shit inside
All those banderillas
Stick them to your family
Like a skewer of ham.