A Lot Of Bull

A Lot Of Bull I trouble not with complexconcerns, My gross desiresare appropriate. I live my life on my own terms, Just eat and biff and procreate. My temper flares like a struck match, Too much so for common toil. I brook no rivals on my patch Andpull no plough to part the soil. I waste no time wooing chosen cow. My girls know not of female rights. What I want, I want right now. There's but one action that delights. The ox I view with great alarm, He gets more whip than juicy hay. I pity the vet who means me harm, Horns will gouge deep on that day. Today - A whole new world revealed. Abright clad man aims his sword straight. A great arena instead of my field And I'll toss that Matador to Hell's gate.