Cecil’s message for christmas

My GPS collar
Will save me
Oxford knows more
About me
This Palmer creature
And his hangers on
And the elephant carcass
Hung up upon

Their truck
It compels me to track it
the smell
I am not going back
Zimbabwe though Hell
Its where I should be
So I follow their stench
I catch up and I see
That dentist Palmer
Unsound of mind
His bulging jugular
i need to find
His brand of psychopathy
Needs to be cut
His heart must be torn out
Its open and shut

But he shoots his arrow
And it sticks in me
Its very painful no blood loss
You see
They are lazy hunters
They will not stalk me
Not in the darkness
They will go home and rest
Have a few whiskeys
My resolve to test

They will come back in the morning
And finish me off
They are obscenities
That dentists a toff
He speaks as though he is the leader
And I

Will crawl off tonight and tomorrow I will die

A few lousy whisky’s and a few hours
Of nod
They will be back when I am close to my god
And Palmer will shoot me. That is his sort
He will just slaughter me
And call it his sport
Tear off my head for his trophy hall
And strip off my skin
For the rug on his wall

He is unhinged erratic and sick
My only wish I could just kick
His bollocks to kingdom come
Just watch him bleed
To die at his feet
Was a sadness indeed

To all of you out there
Who rallied for me
Who kicked up a big fuss
i do happily
Thank you for all of the marches
And things
We are now endangered
With some hope that brings

Thank you everyone