More fur

Weave it
stitch it
try so hard
to disguise it
it is still barred
on my body let me say
fur can never be the way

its protection for those souls
who in the wild take on their roles
through wind and rain and hail and snow
and ice these darling creatures go
to stop them some employ the ghouls
the strange, the weird
the foulest fools
who leave contraptions around a bout
and leave me actually in no doubt

how bloody cruel they are to be
leaving traps that some won’t see
until they stumble into it
and face the wrath and all our shit
a broken bone
or ligament
perhaps a torn face
it was mean’t
to crucify the beast that came
that’s in fact its claim to fame

its then put out of its misery
the misery is the human, he
is a miserable sod
who should be put down
for a wad
of skins to make one gown
or coat to me is a vile display
of how bloody sick
some are today