What can it be like
\nto be trapped on the ground
\nin one’s own manor
\nin one’s own blood drowned
\nthose steel claws
\nthat clap down
\nonto one’s head
\nand smash through
\none’s legs
\nholding tight till
\nyour dead
\nthis trapper is low life
\nno other remark
\nexplains what is
\nin their heads
\nclearly so dark
\nso evil
\nso wretched
\na vile unkind sod
\nwho leaves his contraption
\nbelieving he’s god
\nhe a nasty ass dirt bag
\nand if caught in a trap
\nmy god he would cry out
\nwe’d hear so much crap
\nhe’d shout to the heavens
\nthe coward who may leave
\ntraps just haphazardly
\nyes we all grieve
\nfor anyone really who stumbles and falls
\nlike this poor individual
\nwhose death just appals
\nwe can see from his
\nmanner
\nthe pain he was in
\nthe fright that he took on
\nhow it did begin
\nto crack and to crumble
\nthe bones and that pain
\nand that shock
\nand that disregard
\nand that disdain
\ntrappers are low life
\ntrappers should be
\nthrown into prison
\nand give me the key<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What can it be like to be trapped on the ground in one’s own manor in one’s own blood drowned those steel claws that clap down onto one’s head and smash through one’s legs holding tight till your dead this … Continue reading