Wear the skin you are in

When you wear your skin
the skin you were born in
how you have lived
is how it will look
if you like fry up’s
and loads of fat
bacon
maybe you’ll look
a little forsaken
but that gives you no rights
no rights at all
to borrow some animals
fur, off some wall

Your skin protects all
your innards and so
the fur coat you’re wearing
if you don’t know
was given by whoever
has created you
to some darling animals
till they did screw
its head off and kicked it
and stripped it alive
when it cried on some hook
and it never survived

tears ran down its face
its eyes bulged like mad
its lips cracked
its innards were terribly sad
it bellowed and shuddered
and bled out until
it died when its juices
sadly did spill

when you wear your own skin
the one you were born in
wrinkles and pimples
and black heads galore
they were of your making
no one’s piss taking
but wearing a fur
well darling I’m sure

its murder and you were
a big bloody part of it
you bought the coat
and its cost many lives
it was evil and agony
for the recipients
and none of them actually
ever survives

so their babies in dens
all over the place
died too
I know its a horrid disgrace
the skin you were born in
was your skin and you
should have been satisfied
and that is my view