The Trapper

Make yourself at home

In my abode of humble origins

Where I define my peace of mind

With words that rhyme with oranges

And anything but ordinary

Heroism hieroglyphs

Encoded in my incomplete

Non-existential manuscript

Of daily raving lunacies

In patient anger wallowing

In lack of understanding

Why the leaders teach us following

A standard protocol away

From complicated formulas

That normalize us pay to play

Their game of life monopoly

For property and shopping sprees

And dollar trees they’re chopping down

To automate humanities