One day soon they will realise

Look at  them

they are out there lapping it all up

thinking they are clever

for a few short years

and everyone will have forgotten who they are

but now they are the bee’s knees

they are wearing poor dead animals

shivering and shaking  

thinking of the agony

its hard to hold back, the tears

the furriers the designers

and as far as they are concerned

she hasn’t got a clue in fact

so many of them don’t react

to a free coat or a soft free stole

wear it one night

forfeit your soul

clueless in the moment

nothing between their ears

just the limelight and the people

and a few more years

how they are being manipulated

and ruined if they could know

regret is bloody useless

but regret is going to grow

and in the meantime animals

are cut down in their prime

trapped and wrapped in great steel jaws

and stripped of skin each time

thats the true time misery

thats the awful  woe

of taking on another’s skin

and pretending you don’t know