The Hunter

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One hunt. All fun.
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There is a woman whose name is Tess.
Who makes a living making a mess.

She hunts just for the fun of it.
How could she enjoy this shit?

A giraffe fell to the barrel of a gun.
All happened in the shining sun.

Tess says this was her dream hunt.
How can you dream of this awful stunt?

She stands there, tall and proud.
What a disgrace for crying out loud.

Reading about it makes anyone sick.
Is there anything else that makes me tick?

It's bad enough it's lions, tigers, and bears.
Is there anyone out there who even cares?

Animal cruelty without an end in sight.
All like her are not so very bright.

Enjoy your little fame while it last.
Maybe next time you're in a body cast.

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