Nightcafe creation
Hunting for a trophy
I spy him through the scope
Down there below me
He’s more than I could hope
I’m starting to feel dopey
Like I’m on dope
But those who know me
Know that’s a nope
Right before I shoot that trophy
I noticed what I missed and wondered how he could cope
So, I decided to let him go home to his homie,
And I went home to mope
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Lol, was he actually on something?