Ernestly tell me,
how do you ride a bull
in these days of dying virtues?
When every boy is taught to be a girl,
and every girl is forgotten
inside her true beauty.
when we no longer make any noise,
a day of peace.
when the structures around us
squeeze us into a shapeless form.
We are building men
who acquiesce to all,
tongues tied to every dime
they will ever make.
inside a ring,
firmly holding their white cape,
reasoning with the beast.
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