They Go to the Woods
Andre Herman Düne
I got the feeling
Many of us
Don’t see much
I look around
Some things just
Don’t match
The sound of the shotgun
The big black eye of a doe
They go to the woods and
They Hound the deer down
I find it hard to
Put out of my mind
A girl wearing leather
A man feeding a lion
A cap with a feather
Men workin’ and buyin’