The hunter
Gentleman they say
Kill at the office
Or in the fields all day
It really matters they say
The show them you are the boss of your way
Like the sheep they hunt there must be leaders or the flock will stray
It is really this way
For them animal and man are eaten off the same tray
But they
Proud self-proclaimed hunters are the crawling Lyme Disease tics
Sucking the blood of the innocent
But virginity is meant to be given away
As innocence is in its dying day
The façade of coexistence will fade away
And the angry will rip the leader parasites off their backs
And hurl them
Under the wheels of angry tricycles
Robert K. Stephen
Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)
Robert K Stephen writes about food ,drink, travel, film, and lifestyle issues. He also has published serialized novels "Life at Megacorp", "Virus # 26, "Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog" and "The Penniless Pensioner"
Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto.
Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."
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