The Raging Bull Constanza
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
Gathering speed, fear inspired, he’s trapped and he must flee
Eyes bulging, heart bursting, searching, the path that sets him free
Crowds run to escape pounding feet
Jumping, falling, climbing, to escape hist horns
Hot young bloods, yet not wanting their mama to be the one that mourns.
Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat
The bull in ignorance, as he pounds the streets so winding
White and red fill his sight, no way out is he finding.
All for the adrenalin treat
The bull unaware he is the star they all want to admire
His fear, his rage, they are in positions that could be dire…
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
The swarm of red and white divide to the side
He manages to gore a thigh or two, but in victory only death will be his bride.
The raging bull pounds the hot streets
Crowds run to escape pounding feet
Fear filled eyes, heart pounding out a beat
All for the adrenalin treat
The raging bull pounds the hot streets.
© 31/08/2012
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