Hunt me, lay your trap beside
My beloved woman's hide
Now the time has come to poach
So go forth and track me, roach
For no better empty reason
Than the newly opened season.
Run me down, harass me, shoot
Kick me with your shiny boot
Cage me, stage me, take a fee
From the people just to see
A voracious tired mutt
Claimed by your impressive gut.
Keep me, starve me, keep your eyes
On my skin and not the skies
For no matter where I sit
You cannot contain my wit
Once again away I run
On my own towards the sun.
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