Went Hunting #1

The hunter has a brain like a train he load goods and goes
To hoods, his behavior change in form like a strange storms foes
Best stay clear and pray dear an Americanize punter to some
But how do we characterize a hunter with a gun and the fun
Starts behind parks in the woods sincere facts are he follows
Deer tracks, look I bring this in distinguish English so yall swallow
My grammar and use a hollow hammer to beat the sense out
Of this story the fists of glory from a hunter, convince no doubt
Firearms kill and the jazz is wild listen as a child the hunter
May have consider the whack bitter act of killing wrong a gunner
For no reason a hunter every season it was a feature divine
During his leisure time its amazing how he know the creature’s mind
Just silly and stifle over his ability with rifles leave my brain numb
How he totes a weapon with a long barrel wearing wrong apparel come
A wooded area, dwindling animal population is his kindling occupation
He go with aggression in an hideous profession hindering the operation
Of wild life, well anyway left the whack hood to visit the backwoods
On vacation after a brief resignation from work needed rest and facts stood
Visible true and absolute and I knew how to shoot rifles but never
Went hunting