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