Standing on the pavement
in front of Harvey Nicholls
I had the chance to scrutinize
those ladies wearing fur
many slim and pretty
but terribly ugly
trying to look animated
who of you concur?
they will not take a leaflet
they turn their heads away
are they thinking suddenly they are wrong
is it dismay
or are they really heartless
they have no care at all
or dont they even think about it
wont they heed the call
so many wearing anoraks
with collars cuffs of fur
this is raccoon dog from China
if they only they were
to do a spot of study
they would hear those babies scream
hooked up on a rusty nail
and stripped of skin
a team
of hoodlums ignorant skinners
and trappers do this work
its evil its outrageous
you would have to be a berk
a fool a creep to imagine
that they dont experience pain
they are zombies working all hours
for the corporates insane
washed in their blood money
their bloody hands are red
red with blood and snot and gore
yes they are being led
into the dark satanic mills
of old the gutter trade
stealing the skin of the innocent
who rapidly then fade
I watch them shake and shudder
I see their eyes so blue
I hear their terrible agony
and there’s nothing I can do
except go up to London
and protest out side the store
that has the nerve to sell this shit
this blood and snot and gore
and think they are respectable
and imagine they have heart
they have nothing to write home about
to sell fur by the cart
load is showing clearly
they are heartless and should be
closed down
really boycotted
for they are obviously
more involved with profits
they haven’t got a care
they watch and hear these creatures cry
and will not even share
a leaflet
not one leaflet
will they cast an eye
how very sad how shameful
how evil and how high
and mighty you imagine your stores to really be
appealing to the people who lack all empathy
appealing to the morons
who wear this fur and they
forget it is the the skins of sweet dead souls
who passed away
that sort of sounds angelic
but let me tell you they
go through hell and high water
with their sad hearts they pay
all of them experience
the agony of now
all I ask of all of you
is truthfully now how