Wearing the fox in full view

He is who he is
A confounded fool
A spurious prick
Whose on the ball
Killing foxes it’s his thing
The hunter stench
To us does bring
He hates the child
But wears the wild
Creatures skin to say
His ambivalence
His perversion
At the back end of each day
Is being seen with a tailored coat
The untruth trumped up to be
Disingenuous behaviour
A life lived mendaciously

Now observe the handsome fox
Who never did him wrong
A family misses this individual
Children grieve along
With a vixen probably pining
All fit this rogues coat
And his place on social media
That keeps his ego so afloat