Okay, slightly bored
daydreaming of a matador gored
and from every orifice blood was poured
while seeping toward a gasping hoard
with expressions of those completely floored
except for the smile of an evil lord
who deep inside his spirit soared
to keep the senorita girl, whom he had whored
and trapped away, tied up with cord
forever his, forever moored.
(Okay, more than slightly bored.)
Check out the Notes from the Author page for a little more about this poem.