Bull Of The Jungle
By Hwymike
Bull Of The JungleBorn in the fields of left over war zoneRaised in the brush a baby boomer I amGrassed on hay tainted of the smog’s haysMoved on from trailer to trailer the courtsOf which I playedWhen I was young I couldn’t have enough funAs I grew older I just got a little bolderCould not find anything to tie me downCovered every inch of this townSprouting the horns of head strongOn every street light as a fence post I Sharpened my stately strideHuffing and puffing in a grunting hoof scratchAdapting to the cities craving to carveA cannon in life’s farming fieldStumbling steers in the dirty cracks the whoresChewing cud loved my wild bulge Groaning to grunt I studdedThey screamed in moan Yelled in screechIt only streamed to me that most men couldDream of ravishing to this extremeRushing the barn though the littered yardTo answer yet another animals callI looked to see what I had not seen yet A chicken behind a screen I wandered “Who are you”“What is your name”Then the pail white winged thing asked me“Where you from”“Why so steady”I simply replayed “Been through hell in my city livingStood toe to toe with death”In a blink splintering winkWith a look eye to eye I was humbled The Bull of the JungleCopyright © June 2001 Michael L. ChickCan you find the word plays?Hope you like a look @ The Bull Of The Jungle Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 07:15 AM PST 0 • 9
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"Bull Of The JungleBorn in the fields of left over war zoneRaised in the brush a baby boomer I amGrassed on hay tainted of the smog’s haysMoved on from trailer to trailer the courtsOf which I playedWhen I was young I couldn’t have enough funAs I grew older I just got a little bolderCould not find anything to tie me downCovered every inch of this townSprouting the horns of head strongOn every street light as a fence post I Sharpened my stately strideHuffing and puffing in a grunting hoof scratchAdapting to the cities craving to carveA cannon in life’s farming fieldStumbling steers in the dirty cracks the whoresChewing cud loved my wild bulge Groaning to grunt I studdedThey screamed in moan Yelled in screechIt only streamed to me that most men couldDream of ravishing to this extremeRushing the barn though the littered yardTo answer yet another animals callI looked to see what I had not seen yet A chicken behind a screen I wandered “Who are you”“What is your name”Then the pail white winged thing asked me“Where you from”“Why so steady”I simply replayed “Been through hell in my city livingStood toe to toe with death”In a blink splintering winkWith a look eye to eye I was humbled The Bull of the JungleCopyright © June 2001 Michael L. ChickCan you find the word plays?Hope you like a look @ The Bull Of The Jungle..."