The Great Bumble Town Fox Hunt

By Art of the Diver

Thu, 17 Oct 2013

What cruel pleasure you have taken in stalking your prey

with persistent, destructive forays, into its spectrum of life's necessities

and defecating on all things important to its credibility and rights

Such devotion to your siege, upon its most precious walls of privacy

and relentlessly poisoning its water and atmosphere, to further degrade its resources

while retarding each effort made, to draw sufficient breath, for it to fight back

Such protracted efforts, relished and shared with other loyal, influential rapists

spread nets of influence cast by your many, creating and then protecting the integrity of your lies

During the Great Bumble Town Fox Hunt, they tried to cover up, the criminal reasons why

Oh what a hunt, conducted across fields of corrupted acts, riding on fudged facts

over fences made seemingly, legally impassible, by your chosen gatekeepers

How powerful and great you all must feel, in your containment of a single wounded foe

Well perhaps, some concern has been expressed, within your cowardly ranks though

that the illegality, of your collective follies may be fully exposed, if it so pleases the fox...

Surely, such well practiced hunters, all puffed up in their exuberance, must all know

how much witches enjoy being unceremoniously staked and burnt, simply for just being

or what fox skills and hunting resourcefulness exist, in regard to your roosting birds

Oh my, what cruel pleasures you have collectively enjoyed, in your great fox hunt to date...

How powerful and great, are those who lust the blood of the fox, believing as cowards do

that they are justified in their efforts, when standing united in deceitful anonymity and true

to the imagination of their facts, for the greater good of insecurity and baseless hate…

in gripping fear perhaps that the hunt may end, if their pigeons come home, with their fate!

* Words by Rob Pearldiver *

(Dedicated to the small men of Bumble Town who cast no shadows)