Free verse № 71420
Mr. America (Hunting Season)
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.
6 comments
second, so what if ive never hunted animals?
plus, animals werent my target.. you getting my drift captain nemo?
but its nice to know that youve suddenly taken an interest.
good bye. :)
help a stupid blonde out, wouldja?
Something rewd;
Something newd;
No comma between decorated and with the head...
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