I'm a hunter

I have no dog

I have no spear

I have no axe

I have no gun

I love to chase my meat

my meat that I'll eat

I love to tease my meat

Meat that comes to me is cheap

I enjoy the ones I chase, they make me feel manly

I know that I'm weak

that my words are unclear and

my feet are feeble.

I know that I'm not quick

but I love to chase for fun, for improvement, for happiness

I'm still hungry, tired of chasing

should I take free meat?

Not a hunter like me.

Is a dead hunter a good hunter?

Not a weak hunter like me.

Do hunters starve to death?

Maybe a failed hunter like me.

Should my meat chase me instead?

What sort of a hunter would that make me?

I've looked out so much and have found nothing

I have rejected the ones who came freely

they offered themselves up for my happiness

to fill and to satisfy me, I chased them away.

I wanted a bear but was slapped;

a lion but was attacked;

an elephant but was stomped; and

a skunk but I've been sprayed with shame and regret.

Now I have no dignity

Now I've lost my scent

A hunter like me

Should I let my meat chase me?

Should I accept the ones who come freely?

What would that make me?