by Rebecca Burke
If fox hunting is a sport pardon me for being rude
How the hell can I
compete if I'm running away from you?
Oh I see! The game you've decided
is to chase me to my death
I'm such a good sport as you merrily witness
my last tiny breath
I thought for a change we could turn this game around
rules, let me unleash lions onto your hounds
Whimpering in fear as you
realise all animals are the same
You should care about me as much as them
if this is a fair game
Let me chase you, snap at your heels hear my vicious growl
own savage killing, who's laughing now?
Allow me to blow my own trumpet
as you lose your final chase
The more I think about it this is an obscene
and unequal race!
You trot into my habitat you dare to hunt me down
will trash your silver spooned mansion drive you into the ground!
Cut to the catwalk a vain model wears my fur to cover her bones
repulsive ego parades me like a trophy she owns
But hey this is fashion,
fur is back it seems
I hope my skinned bloody corpse haunts all her
Ladies and Gents this imbecile shot me flying through the sky
I'll randomly gun them down, a spontaneous drive by
Holding them high in
the air I can gleefully shout
As lacking in manhood I've little else to
I'm so proud of ending an innocent life in a blaze of glory
neglected family may tell you a different story
Karma is good all things
turn themselves round in the end
You won't know when but believe me
you'll get it my friend!