They have space to roam, the merry buggers.
Look how they caper down suburban lanes,
snapping the wipers off hatchbacks
while happy hardcore peep-peep-peeps
from their smartphone speakers.
Who would deny a dickhead these small mercies?
Fresh air and the chance to grow fat off the land
before a crossbow bolt thuds into his skull cavity
and he drops, blissfully unaware, from the climbing frame
he's pissing off of.
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