Up on the moors
\nIn the dank wet places
\nChateau Briand and red veined faces
\nCongregate in the killing fields
\nShot gun crazies their soul urge wields
\nLots of lead aimed at the birds
\nActually I am lost for words
\nStockbrokers Bankers and Diplomats
\nGet a brace killing the bird\u2019s<\/p>\n
Beaters beat
\nThe birds fly high
\nThe lead ignites
\nAnd that is no lie
\nThe poor birds maddened take the hit
\nMany will spiral down
\nFor a bit
\nSome in the streams
\nToxically wither and die
\nThe glorious 12th
\nThey so apply.<\/p>\n
Out on the moors
\nRich men they
\nFritter their capital clean away
\nMurdering red grouse
\nThat\u2019s what they do
\nShot guns to the ready
\nAll this true<\/p>\n
Blood sports hate them
\nTo the manor born
\nNoses in the air. The scorn
\nPlaced on Nature hard done by
\nWe
\nWho watch these idiots
\nViolently
\nGulping the spirits
\nChewing the steak
\nMost of them actually
\nStay awake
\nGuts on fire
\nFrom all that cake
\nSpirits galore
\nA masculine mire
\nCaught up in a putrid fire<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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