Emancipated, meagre and thin
Scrawny and weedy
Wizened of skin
Orchestrating starvation
At St.Leonard’s on sea
Watching him bare boned and haggard
For free
Stolen day by day
Suffering so
On the edge of sanity
No where to go
He was made sick
By these two human sods
Who watched as he wasted
Close to his gods
Anubis would gently
Lift him and be
Very soon flying
Out over the sea
His stomach so empty
His poor throat so dry
He could smell what they ate
So famished he lie
Unfed and empty
Dinnerless he
Showed off his bones
As we all now can see
They were scab bastards
Watching him die
Watching him weaken
Hearing him cry
Seeing his agony, feeling his pain
Watching him bleed
Again and again
Blood in his urine
Blood in his poo
Covered in sores
What could he do
And they get five years
For this terrible crime
They don’t lose their freedom
It won’t cost a dime
They won’t lose their sleep
These psychopaths,they
Mother and daughter
They will never pay
George on the other hand
He’s been put down
Gone off to Summerland
Outside of town
Under the bridge where the sweet
Roses grow
Far away from the sea
As well we all know