Look at me
a primate
a forest dwelling soul
living with my family
my whole world in control
innocent, and loving
and then YOU came along
a Corporate skivvy
who felt privy
to my life
well YOU were wrong!
I died that day
when captured and thrown
into that crate
primates love each other
and you lot we don’t rate
shipped off, by Air France yes
we were,
to a
University
once again stuck in some cage
and just left there, to be
alone,depressed, dejected
and tearful,everyday
then we became YOUR experiment
Oh God! we had to pay
strapped in that contraption
and tortured everyday
forced to bleed
oh! yes indeed
I went mad
that day
rocking, running, around my cage
it should never have been the way
they squirt their cleaners
in my eyes
and eye liner, up my arse
vaginal cream I am forced to eat
I just wish I could pass
I’m a primate, honestly
I don’t deserve all this
you put drain clearer on my lips
and make me drink rats piss
every sick experiment
you’ve carried out on me
your karma bill is growing
watch out for the dreaded C
and when it eats you up mate
just recall what you’ve done
at the behest of corporates
sat out there in the sun
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.