Bear

Demure, my arse
Made up to look
Attractive sadly
Brought to book
This savage, heartless
Wicked troll
Was out a hunting
Without soul
A bear killer
An “awesome hunt”
Her morals loose
A sinful punt
Ambush bait
Thats what we see
Blood lust badness
Degeneracy

“A good time”
The wicked vile
Improbity
Such vicious guile
All wrong doing
Unworthy she
A defective bitch
Whose enormity
Of what she did
This Immoral act
Unprincipled
How I react

To this callousness And
Evil Minded slag
A miscreant
She loves to blag
Her way through life
No angel she
A Graceless being
Tragically
Really rotten to the core
Hunting is an all out war
On wildness, in the wider state
Of godliness
Which should be great
But of course the selfish
Violent Feel
They have the right
And they reveal
Obnoxious rantings
And murderous thought
wrapped up in blood
And called a sport