This is a poem for anybody with an abnormally long thought process

I should take a moment to introduce myself

My name is Hunter. I live a life of irony

I've never shot a rifle, and my father prefers fishing

Which is probably why he wanted to name my brother Fisher

So pardon me, I'd like you to listen

To this little story I wrote

When you're named after a common activity in where you live

People have the tendency to ask if you live up to your name

So I'll get asked often "Do you actually hunt?"

To which the response is "no"

But, when you're from California, surrounded by a bunch of rednecks,

You don't wanna pull any liberal stunts

I'm not even liberal

It's just an assumption that people from the bay area

The End

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