Come at me.
Silly man in sequined trousers.
You stand over there, prance around, talk your complex words,
taking your uprightness, your bipedal bounce for convention, regarding it as superiority.
Come at me.
I'll be the king of your circle of dirt. Wave around your stupid cape.
I want to rip your ass to shreds do not discount me don't you dare.
I do not dare to eat you, for I am an herbivore, but I will stamp you to a mash with these hooves.
Fuck you.
Your friends are fags.
Come at me, coward!
Do you need to signal the path to my brain with little tusks?
Pull out your stupid little epee and brandish it with your prissy hand.
I'm tired but I'm not dead.
Your puntillero will get the last bits of me. I will breathe my curse into his face. He will dream of my gore tonight, and my meat will feed hungry men.
Hooray for your triumph over this beast. This is my last paseo.
Ole, motherfucker.
