Abused that’s me

My innocence

it should have stood me in good stead

but I

got short shrift

never a lift

if I live or if I die

nobody cares

no one at all

thats the pang I feel

stolen from my family

and the love that was so real

the man tribe

came and stole me

shipped me in some crate

in some air france jumbo jet

I was in a state

sweating like the clappers

then cold as I could be

full of shock and horror

laced with misery

and for a while I ‘ve been

working

on a film or two

abused by all and sundry

for that is what they do

the rich

the bloody actors

I am stored here and moved there

in cages  I wait for ages

no one is aware

no water to speak of

its dingy yellow stuff

no real food its fermenting

I can say I have had enough

but no one hears me crying

nobody wants to know

I am sitting in this rotten tyre

and I just want to throw

up for what they have done to me

abused me night and day

I so miss my family

and how they make me pay

will somebody on face book

tell them how I feel

tweet it to their many friends

for what I feel is real