Fur and what it means to YOU

The fifth most populous state
of the America’s
with fur farms every which way and beyond
carbuncles thick protrusions
and from the vile dark cages
housing sweetest innocents
left in there for ages
until their mental state
has reached a lowering and they
go back and forth
and back and forth
for that’s their only way
to appreciate the reason
their limbs are there at all
the past gave them their memories
and from them now, they trawl

and its round and around
and up and down till their eyes
go blind and their bones
are drowned
in the sepsis and the
excrement
that they walk around in
until its spent
the wire floor lets some
of it go
but the filth and webs
just grow and grow
and the mange and flea
infestation
bring an awfully new creation

these are wild boys
who would trail
miles each day
through sun and hail
but now inside these hovels they
are made to go mad
and to pay
and for what
what is the sacrifice
their fur the furriers think so nice
after the chemical treatments they
can make a fortune
every day

they can find the hags
and the other clones
the sirens with their sun bleached bones
their botox lips and their plastic skin
and titanium joints
all wearing thin
skin tags hanging
chocolate brown
will they show beneath the gown
and then the coat
some 40 souls
took the anal poker
roles
bite down hard lad
that’s the way
the fur hags
like it and will pay

and as you venture out tonight
possibly in the pale moonlight
my God your face is really white
could be those fish lips
you thought looked
good on you would look better cooked
I can hear each of those souls in pain
can’t you hear it is so plain
screams and screeches all the way
it gets to me, I have to say
how you can dress the way you
do
with those dead animals
clinging to you
I cannot bring myself to know
how you honestly feel you glow

to me again I see and feel
inside each cage it did reveal
such madness and such tragedy
and this is what it means to me
to see you showing off your coat
and I am sure helps others
now to note
the anguish stitched in every skin
that covers up a wealth of sin

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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