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The Bull

The Bull

He sees you move past him stealthily
And pays no heed to
Your steps gentle and body crouched
Mute he hears your sigh ouch!

Not even he rolls his eyes
Winks not he, neither moves eyelashes about
Quiet he stands as if harmless
As you enter space personal he lashes out

He is a bull deceptive
And has a false leg
Even if you dance he is quiet
Becomes violent bullish when pulled his leg

Be aware of the bull very treacherous
He might suck your efforts vigorous
Keep vigil on your crops harvested
He might pounce with interests vested


The bull steady tranquil creature
Deceitful black form of treachery
Betrayal the blood cancer within
Could remove no surgery


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