I'm The Matador

I'm the matador and they are the bulls. I'm too quick for them. They are too slow. For they are the proverbial numbskulls. I sow seeds of poesy that will grow. I have all the skills, as well as the moves, While they are attached to base desires. Although they prosper, they'll be removed. I want to rekindle inner fires. I want to see humankind's spirit glow. While they rot in the sty of contentment, I'm still adding vital strings to my bow, And I refute their mawkish sentiment. I challenge and subvert cold steel systems, While they are happy with the status quo. They offer no substantial resistance. Like dead fish, they seem to go with the flow. I think they are the quintessential herd. They prefer bigotry to basic facts. They resist the blazing light of the Word. Crass consumer items fill what they lack. They are hypnotised by their gleaming screens. O they do not lead but simply follow. I intend to burst their impotent dreams, Before I deliver the final blow.