A set of antlers in your face
The hooks
know doubt
To improve his looks
They all are a disgrace
Give him back, some of his medicine
And just go for his eyes
knock the bugger sideways
And make him realise
Us wild deers want no nonsense
It’s our place afterall
Creeping up to ambush us
Pin us against some wall
Fire their arrows at us
Think we are going to be
Happy about the shit they pull
Well we are not
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.