Danyflor Shelter

Take your place out on the street
around the bins
where you will cheat
death everyday no matter
what
thats what strays do
thats all they’ve got
to live for a survival plan
people will catch you if they can
and you might end up in Danyflor
a place that really isn’t for
you a stray for what you get
is nothing short of hell
its set out for you
no food at all
a slow death
well thats as a rule
no water
floorsnot cleaned at all
despite the public funds
each hall
is soaked in urine
its awful there
its a place really
that breeds despair

to end up on the street
alone
no one to love you
you dont own
even a basket
even a place
thats clean where you can
show your face

the fleas and lice
they holiday
on you and you soon
know that way
of life is yours
its painful and
of course you cannot understand

where does all that money go
not to you that much you know
the place is dire, its cold and wet
if only you were someone’s pet
someone who’d pat you
and love you too
give you a cuddle
to make you new

if only you could lick
them and show you care
not have fleas now in your hair
maggots that grow in your
wounds and chew
on the skin and bones
my dears thats you

you were the mans best friend
and you
are left to rot
in this bloody zoo
a shelter its no shelter it
really is a place thats shit

the people working there dont care
no one has compassion there
laying in your excrement
really isn’t heaven sent
help us someone hear our plea
we are loyal and want to be
loved by someone we dont care
take us from this vile despair