Game

Here in the lush undergrowth
we gently disturb the
hunter-gatherer-shunter mode
an alert female can get a shot
at the lesser spotted twat
in his natural habitat,
it's a nice pad, sort of homely
and smells of Nero Coffee
and faint debauchery with
indulgance to the max,
vanilla candles..
soft lights to welcome
the unsuspecting game
he sports a cheap Stalker
as opposed to deer, 
being fond of Mother
Nature and her daughter..
instinct is distinct
it's raw it's sweet and
addictive when its neat
no ice..just fire,  get hi..
stirred,
anticlockwise upside down
and by wi fi .
See how fast he moves.
like the beast.
that he is.
glimpse his itinerary for
he lists all .. priority..
He knows what you want
and denying it is his art
he provides triangle hoops
for you to jump and dart
in order to prolong the thrill
he's hooked you now.
tethered the kill
reached the point of surrender
he fires
a fucking blank
the lesser spotted twat
now't but a wank.