The face of an angel

Who but an angel
would allow themselves to be
fitted up in a restraint chair
shackled painfully
one of the wilder angels
stolen from her home
in the steamy jungle
where with her kith she’d roam

captured there and torn away
and caged and flown by air
in a crate with others
which candidly, did scare
and then onto the laboratory
where evil lurked around
each corner where depravity
was easy to be found

when science met the devil
and the devil was embarrassed
the torture and the mayhem
and the way that she was harassed
the tiny little cage that she
sat in night and day
and the wretched food just thrown
at her
and why had she now to pay?

such a price and her an angel
it just, wasn’t clear
but now they use of restraining chairs
which creates a lot of fear
it was made in fact for prisoners
human beings who
were violent she’s wasn’t violent
really she let them do

what they wanted and they were evil
they manhandled her and she
was often bruised and battered
and cut too actually
she had to have injections
which made her vomit blood
they stuck things up her backside
inducing quite a flood
of mucus from her backside
oh it pained her so
and squirted acids in her eyes
that blinded her you know

but this restraining chair device
was painful to the extreme
the belts were pulled so very tight
which almost made her scream
they cut into her groin
and tore hair from her back
and they shouted their expletives
and gave her so much flack

today it was the electrodes
shaved her and attached
them fast to her sore head
which afterwards they patched
sleep became impossible
with the throbbing ache and pain
and she had started shaking
she so clearly under strain

and in that bloody torture chair
they would pinch her they would scratch
they would throw cold water over her
and sometimes would attach
rubber bands and tighten them
tight around her chest
a sort of belt like tourniquet
that was another test

it left her legs numb and her toes
painful every time
she had to be an angel
for no other soul could climb
back from this emotion this state
of utter woe
and come back to a measly cage
and truthfully just know

the experiments were getting
more complex every day
more painful and more stressful
and it seemed to be the way
things when it got harder
and harder till of course
invasive surgery began
all carried by force

when you purchase all your
creams and potions mostly
they
are tested on us primates
and they injure us each day
we suffer we bleed we urinate
in agony each day
because they want to test your shit
on us that’s what they say