A white tailed buck in rigor mortis, a roadside attraction,
Six points of discontentment drive drivers to distraction,
Such a waste of life for sake of our convenience,
Some swerve toward death with lustful deviance,
But beware, our animal brethren are in the same karmic loop,
As we sentient superiors think of next consumerism scoop,
In your next life you may find yourself prey on the run,
Disadvantaged as you're without ammunition or gun,
I'm not saying all hunters are in the wrong,
It's needless killing that's the topic of this song,
Who can say they aren't guilty of squashing a creepy crawly?
And who selects which life is worthy or to suffer deaths folly?
These questions I'm sure have boggled smarter minds then mine,
How do we know when it's time to laugh or toe the line?
This world is a fickle place that's impossible to navigate,
Who could when guide books rewrite narrative to suit their state?
Farls Tokley
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Bark Has Bite feat. Carbuncles
PoetryA mixed bag, next handful a whole new ball game. This collection of poems was born from Sunday drives with parents as a kid and doing the same with my son. It's fun to listen to our favourite music and watch the scenery fly by. As a teenager and yo...
