Beluga’s and the Yogi’s

Beluga classes
where’s my glasses?
for my eyes can see
but clearly I need something stronger
where my heart should be

where my mind is working
for Beluga’s are so wild
children of the ocean
how we reconciled

all that to sit and ponder
as sad whales swim in
a tank of soup
of there own urine

these so called yogi bogeys
their yoga supposedly
is heightening their senses
but they are blind in front of me

what is there in front of them
prisoners whose sobs
clearly can’t be picked up
by these holiest of yobs

they say that it is magical
Vancouver what do you say?7
you haven’t got a bloody clue
its magical delay

here for all you yogi’s
those whales are in distress
magical and sensitive
its all a rotten mess

and as they kind of circle
around, and around and around
hypnotically you feel it
the inner peace
your bound

good for you, for those prisoners
they just feel like hell
they are swimming in a tank of soup
without the salty smell

no living food to experience
no wildness and no way
do they think thatits magical
and why they have to pay

if you were true blown yogi’s
train under the sky
open up the beluga tanks
lets the angel fly

imprisoning them is solace
and universities say
those laboratories of horror
killing earthlings everyday

what do they care of beluga’s
or yoga come to that
they are the most insensitive
their backing where are they at

a backdrop of contention
a soulful crying group
wondering whether humane beings
would like to taste this soup

yogi’s at Beluga class
feel that spiritual need
the beluga know what feeling is
for their poor hearts do bleed

along with mine I have to say
the lotus maybe not
but beluga’s stuck in concrete tanks
is just a load of rot

and yogi bogeys telling us
the magical effect
of hearing beluga’s crying
when really they are circumspect

that the bloody truth of it
and what they ought to do
is release the whales and fight for that
be spiritual be true