In this great big world of ours
I was feeling rather lost
Nobody really thought much of me
And all of this had cost
A lot of stress and upset
I needed to make a point
I needed to prove my valour
Without smoking a joint
If anyone could do this
It was me for deep inside
I had the balls to do it
I was up there for the ride
So I got on the internet
And booked a trip and I
Went off to South Africa
That was the reason why
I could bring me back a trophy
That would get the gals
I could go around the schools and talk
Get myself some pals
Kids who would look up to me
A hunter brave and bold
Who had single handedly killed a Lion
And earned himself some gold
And, I got a guarantee
Of a kill a guarantee!
So everything seemed rosy in my garden
Actually
The company I met there
It seemed a piece of cake
I just paid my money
I mean,I was awake
Ready to get out there
And take this Lion apart
Plant a bullet pull the trigger
And get him through the heart
To feel that rush of ecstasy
To watch a great beast fall
To realise my one ambition
I was going to rule
The roost in jungle land at last
I was the hunter man
Not just a bloke in a hardware store
I’d fulfilled my plan
on that truck my rifle aimed
The thrust of valour came
The adrenaline pumped through me
My mind it was aflame
Everything pulsated
And then I saw the Lion
A flowing mane fire for eyes
And that lion got the sign
It saw me that great animal
Saw me and it knew
I was going to pull the trigger
I knew, what to do
The king though he frustrated
Clearly he had the power
But I was holding a guarantee
So nothing could go sour
Canned hunting is a doddle
Provided you have the dough
You only have to stand there
And of course, you know
You have GOT the upper hand
You now HAVE THE GUN
The gals are gonna love yer
FOR You are number one
BANG BANG BANG BANG 4 shots
May not have brought it down
But no one needs to know that
In it’s own blood it did drown
No one needs to know you were
The biggest coward they’ve seen
Only you know what the real truth was
That this killing was obscene
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.
HAHAHAHAHAHA Bloody brilliant Rex…
Those ‘tiny’ hunters they sure know their place :))))
Dear claudia glad you found this one enjoyable seeing that picture of him made my heart jump to that reply to him and to others who might not understand why we get het up about canned hunting, try to keep it simple peer into the mind of a bloke and relate my finding to the world at large. X