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"MATT "NO GAS" THE DEER HUNTER"
WHAT DOES A CITY PERSON DO,
TO RELAX AND ENJOY HIMSELF,
IF HE'S ALWAYS BEEN IN THE CITY,
THEN EVERYTHING ON A SHELF.
HE MAY NOT KNOW THE FEELING,
OF A CRISP AUTUMN BREEZE,
WHILE LOOKING OUT OVER A LAKE,
AND A THOUSAND COLORFUL THE TREES.
HE CAN TALK ABOUT HIS DRUGS,
AND HOW HIGH HE GETS WITH THEM,
BUT IT CAN NEVER BE COMPAIRED,
TO MATT IN THE WOODS WITH FRIENDS,
MATT KNOWS THE ADRIENAL RUSH,
WHEN A BIG BUCK APPEARS,
HE'S CROUCHED IN A TREE STAND,
WAITING FOR IT TO COME NEAR.
THE DEER'S ALMOST WITHIN RANGE,
AND MATT'S PALMS ARE GETTING WET,
THEN HIS SIMPLE BROTHER-IN-LAW SAYS,
MATT, HAVE YOU SEEN ANYTHING YET?
THE BUCK BOLTS AND RUNS,
HIS WHITE TAIL GOES OVER A HILL,
IF IT WASN'T FOR GOING TO JAIL,
MATT THOUGHT ABOUT ANOTHER KILL.
AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE,
AND HE'S BOUGHT MATT A FEW BEERS,
AND MATT'S USED A BOX OF KLEENEX,
TO DRY HIS ALLIGATOR TEARS.
THRERE IS ALWAYS NEXT YEAR,
TO GO AFTER THAT BIG OLD BUCK,
MAYBE MATT CAN GET AWAY ALONE,
IF HE HAS THE LEAST BIT OF LUCK.
Ben Steen copyright November 19, 2003
Fraternally, Ben Steen
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