when the hunter gets captured by the game

beware

dear hunters

of beauty, the flashing eyes

and long hair,

the legs.

the sex they'll

dole out to you

for good behavior.

beware of the trappings

of girls

that too quickly

became women,

all lipstick

and bling.

beware of the wink

and sashay

down the street,

for in the end, once

captured,

they'll make you 

crawl, they'll make

you weep.