Bleached haired bitch

The hubris and the insolence
It’s everywhere to see
This bleached hair bitch
Imagines she is queen of snobbery
Holding up a dying creatures head for all to see
Upstaging a wild soul
In its natural urgency
It is dying, shot from ambush
In its natural place
Where it’s god has placed it
And look into its face
It’s agony is obvious
It’s dignity is there
Where is her humility
I feel the goats despair

Her delusion of grandeur
A huntress so to say
Without that rifle she is little
The goat has had to pay
A heavy price for freedom
In a forest where we see
The hunters with their rifles
And their bullets casually
Hiding in the shadows
Stooping in the dark
The boastfulness is evident
Each blustering remark
She shoots her mouth of violently
Exaggerates her worth
Behind the loaded rifle
She believes that planet earth
Rewards her for her arrogance
Her utter tyranny
But shamelessness is evil
It’s total flagrancy

I look into her shallow face
She is so an affront
To everything that’s decent
It’s all about the hunt
Loud mouthed and offensive
Curled up behind a tree
She just pulled a trigger
Aimed at the wild and free

And sure he felt the agony
The hostility was there
In the peaceful morning air
A battleground Aware
Belligerent and grudgingly
She aimed her gun and he
Fell before his master
And was fitted up to be

A picture for her social media
Friends yes they could see
How brave she was how clever
Holding him she be
Proving her uncouthness
Her ungraciousness abroad
Who is the more beastly
Seeming, her reward

For me she an anathema
Unlovable and she
Creates a loathsome picture
For her so called chums to see
Acerbity and rancour
Malignancy and more
Just witnessing her antics
Sickens me to my core

Not a glint of goodness
No tenderness at all
Where was the generosity
She must have seen him fall
She must have felt his agony
His last warm breaths but she
Only could show anger
And misanthropy