Tiny Bull

Tiny Bull


Tiny bull
rampaging and striking the walls.
Locking horns
and grunting smoke
from nostrils
cartoonish
and boorish at best-


Let's dance.


I've cape
and donned the garb
and my manhood
pressed securely
in obscene sight
will only drive you madder
for all your conservativeness-


Let's brawl.


Dart forward-
I'll lunge.
Move quick-
I'll snake quicker.


Tiny bull
destroying mecca
I'll tie your ankles
and pin you down
and leave you here
to rot-


Let's dine.


Your meats too tough
we've left you now
victor spoils
and fan fare
and forgotten games-


We've played.


So tiny
not worth it
I have bigger bulls
to conquer-


I'm gone.


-Matthew Koutzun