Fur Baby

Do they know?
Do they Hear?
the fur that they wear
is the dead skin of animals
who lived in fear
and were trapped, bred and hunted
down in such a way
that their skin was unharmed
and their pelt was okay

so that these rich bitches
could wear this dead hair
and imagine their beauty
it just came from there
in the eyes of those who
knew the agony they
were lost in the zone
knowing how the hosts pay
with their lives
with their soul
with their misery, they
were murdered so you Bitch!
could have your great day
electrocuted right through the ears
imagine it, stop a while
feel those brute fears
as they raise you and put the leads
into your ears
and pull down the switch
bringing on your tears
the last tears you ever will cry
in this world
then your fur is stripped off
and your body is hurled
with the others
your still alive bleeding away
thinking as memories
start to fade away
of your loves
of your home
of your children for you
are a victim
you are dying
no one can save you

but your dead hair will
warm the sour body of those
bitches rick hags
that everyone knows
often they’re famous
often they feel
that wearing their furs
they cannot conceal
how beautiful really
they look to the world
in their mind they have
clearly no idea
curled in a ball of significance
expanded pride
unclear of the woe
expressed from inside
their ego on fire
with a look that tells all
fur baby fur baby
oh year you you walk tall