Troll bait

A rotund barrel gutted arsehole
Canned hunting it should be
Used for I believe this
And that lion reminded me

All hunters using this technique
Should be canned and
Sealed away
Possibly in brine for
down the line
Maybe it would say

These were the vilest human beings
These the ones that spilled
The blood of the jungle warriors
Cajoled them and then killed

The wildest souls imaginable
Created to be free
But holed up in an enclosed space
And sold for infamy

To those who manipulated animals
And offered them for sale
Attracting then the psychopaths
That wandered down the trail

Demonstrating nothing
But a threat to history
Can the bastards
In a refined salt bath
And just let them be

Preserved and stored for a hundred years
To be the shits they are
They are the evil they are the gross
Caustic and unloving far

And away not representative
Of the bulk of human kind
But sufficiently identifiable
And as hard bitten as you’ll ever find

And look at this great rotund git
As pleased as punch that he
Managed to slaughter a real tamed lion
Resigned to his cruelty