At FCI (Federal Correctional Institution), Gilmer, Glenville West Virginia, there is no more
defining activity for a non-incarcerated man or woman than that of animal assassination in the
hillbilly hills of Apalachia.
It’s hunting season once again
In this prison paradise
The season matters not to me
For bucks, it ain’t so nice.
These guards can never find a church
When it comes to deer they pray
To slay the biggest rack in town
Eating venison filet.
While the guards claim vacation days
To kill the father of Bambi
We stay locked down with too few staff
And wait for christmas candy.
This verse is not a gripe
I want to make that quite clear.
A hunter’s life is not one I seek
Nor to be a white-tailed deer.