There was a time, in this earthly hell,
When I would swear, my neck would swell.
I now know, it was a primate urge,
That caused my blood, to boil and surge.
The time was close, to the hunting season,
Other than that, there was no reason.
Those days, long gone, finally did disappear,
And no longer appear, in my mirror.
I know what I did, years before,
But I do not hunt game, anymore.