Litterbugs
I picked up my third set of littered field dressing gloves today.
They were oddly blue; maybe that’s a clue?
As you might imagine,
I have something to say.
Two of the pairs were found together,
I hope it wasn’t a son and his mentor.
Mother Nature granted them a harvest,
and was rewarded by litter in her forest.
Did they really believe it would absorb into the soil?
So glad they didn’t also dump a quart of used motor oil.
Is this the image we hunters should project?
That of a lowly mental grade school reject?
Let’s get these idiots out of the woods,
to a place where license plates are the finished goods.
Some left their seats of plastic pails,
I’d send them to our gayest jails!
Maybe it’s simply a low IQ,
but if dogs can be trained, so can you.
Will it take the death penalty to keep earth clean?
To rid us once and for all of this litterbug gene?
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