Angrier Than a Mad Bull
Angrier than a mad bull,
I panic seeing red color
which gets darker by the minute, not by the hour...
I'm ready to break you into tiny pieces, fragile doll!
In this arena, you think you control me
with those ironic smiles lacking self-pity;
who can get hungrier than this mad bull...
when it sees death written on any wall?
By honoring old friendship, I request a fair fight with no tricks or such;
my horns are sharp and when they penetrate...it's a painful " Ouch! "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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