Fur ( why )

This is your FUR Mrs
this is the score
this is what happens
its all blood and gore
look at that operative
callous as hell
vile to the extreme
that’s how they sell
the fur you are wearing
you feel you look good
the agony present
my goodness you should
feel it!
next to you
you are wearing that sin
close to your body
a case wearing thin
there can be no other death
worse than the one
each of these souls undergoes
for its done
as they hang upside down
on an old rusty hook
and are stripped of their skin
few people can look
few people dare hear
as the soul slowly dies
scalped of its skin
look into its eyes
humanity where were you
how come that you
didn’t see, didn’t feel
what now is part of you