Bob cat plucked from life by a complete shit

A total lack of true respect
And irreverence for life
Leaving a trap in a wooded vale
Creating enormous strife
To a bobcat a beautiful being
As wild as the wind up above
And a parent with children
From Wisconsin Says
He understands the word love

Despicable and worthless behaviour
A niggling and carping affair
Planting a trap in the forest
Where the wild souls may not be aware
To revile to berate I just have to
To go back and find a poor soul
Lying in agony caught in its grasp
Having lost really all its control

Bleeding and sore fear is swollen
Injustice and artfulness high
There is nothing more wicked
That trapping an angel
And seeing if its going to die
Lying there panting its conscience played out
Blameless and innocent now in no doubt
Abandoned and suffering lost to the world
An Autumn where judgement and all else were hurled

Into the maelstrom of agony rising
Chastised and beaten
Ofcourse realising
All its wild fervour
The forest the trees
Its day of judgement
Lost in in the breeze

A Bobcat is dying
Condemned let us say
To be held up and shown off
For that is the way
Of the infamous hunter
so evil so wrong
Who honestly nowadays
Does’t belong
To the human race
Not any more
Heartless and soulless
Having broken gods law

Having torn the affection
Having dragged himself down
To the gutter of gutters
Yet is wearing a crown
Of the sharpest of thorns
This Wisconsin arse
This trapper this flapper
This bastard first class