Fast Food Cannibal Style

He was a practical hunter
Living off the earth loner
Far away from the touristy tracks
Deep into the forest he built traps
A local ancient tribe of cannibals
Are his nearest kind of neighbours

Heavy rain poured down for 2 weeks
Nothing was caught and he was weak
No animals or food to be found
Then he heard familiar chanting sounds

He took his weapons and readied himself
He was very prepared as well
His man made traps were triggered
Up in the trees he watched and sniggered

Down below on the forest floor
He caught and killed a few more
His poisoned arrows and snares
Were no match for the cannibals spears

He watched on until the forest fell quiet
When the cries and screams turned silent
Then he gathered up all his prizes
Hacking limbs, flesh and removing their eyes

He lit himself a huge roaring fire
Preparing some hallucinogenic flowers
He tossed some meat into the heat
His thoughts were crazed and he began to eat

He was no cannibal that's for sure
During the commotion the night before
Forest animals and creatures ran wild
When the tribesmen passed through all noisy and never quiet
Never finding his strategically placed nets
He was never seen and they don't know of him yet

He cured and stored his meat
Reset his booby traps and nets
Exploring more of this forestry land
Knowing what to do when he heard the sounds
Of the cannibal tribe who shouted and screamed
Leading fast food right into his traps
Like a drive thru McDonalds but without all the unhealthy western crap