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Mr. America (Hunting Season) (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer

Hunting season, the animals linger and I sit beneath the pine tree receiving judgement while I whistle a tune morbid and mocking. Dead rabbits strewn across my lap daydreaming, head full 'a wonder about when I can cook them and discontinue ignoring the music of the hammer. My pike decorated, with the head of my lawyer, the bastard said I was insane. I never liked the spineless turd anyway; a slight road bump, and now I have a fool for a client, but alas, folks always thought me so. That hammer pounds hard now.. seems the judge demands that I pay attention, causing me to throw my blade into his skull, shutting him up forever. Thank heavens, he was a boring little shit lecturing me like that.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 22-Oct-03/2:07 PM
What do you think about hunting?




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