Bokdays Korean dog trade

Culture don’t talk about culture to me

you fucking heathens

all that I see

is vileness and cruelty

malice and pain

a loathing a torture

you are a stain

on humanities path

for all that you do

to loyal pets with collars

their tails wagging too

South Korea’s hatred

is rapidly seen

the way dogs are handled

it is just obscene

abhorrent to us

who would witness it all

repellent and nauseous

only a fool

or a psychopath

really now would look

away

and pretend its not happening

everyday

the evil exists in the hearts

of the men

who want to feel virile

seemingly when

they go with the women

they want to look good

so they torture the dogs

so the meat clearly should

be as tough as old boots

the adrenaline rush

they slowly kill them

it makes me gush

I am just writing about it

but I

have tears and they are forming inside my eye

the saltiness smarts

its uncomfortable to be

straining to write

what now flows out of me

they want to feel “macho”

to me they are scum

low life they eat stolen pets

I feel numb

that my fellow beings

could lower their breed

by torturing animals

and on them feed

out of the cages are the real nasty shits

the devils in fact

those having fits

inside these cages crushed as they were thrown

or burned hanging up

as most now are known

gutted alive

believe it from me

this is so malevolent

how can it be

then they sit down to a saucer of gruel

to munch through the torture

they were so cruel

its a wonder they stomach this agony, they

must expect the great god

to come for them today

Anubis was growling deep in the gut

Anubis was  howling seeing each mut

hung drawn and quartered and half boiled alive

struggling still in a fit to survive

the last face they saw was their owner somewhere

they were stolen and brought to the crates of despair

these are not human they are robotic arses

unseemly characters making their passes

at women folk who no doubt think they are cool

as the blood and the snot from their cruel lips does drool

they get their erections and polish away

strengthened by pulverised canine decay

the mind can play tricks on the cumbersome git

who chews on the torture and then will just spit

they show no respect none whatsoever

the animals face an uphill endeavor

wagging their tails their loyalty there

a tangle of life a wire cage of despair

thrown from a height to crush bones on the ground

they whimper they cry  this is the sound

of the culture of South Korea

proudly they boast

as they swing them on chains

and violently roast

cats too are given the  Korean care

tied up to starve on streets everywhere

they hate cats and they will kick them about

they will tread on them hammer them

and well just clout

the life out of cats

and what can one say

its all about culture

and the poor souls who pay

their last hours on earth

before Anubis comes

to ferry their souls

to the sound of the drums

the pitiful end for so many we see

is unpleasant and unpleasing

and grievous  and we

who witness the darkness

that spreads everywhere

the invidious pathos

played out which we share

unendurable suffering

that rankles the soul

that festers the marrow

as they lose control

as it runs from their backsides

revolting and red

distressed and afflicted

until they are dead

and they still move about

in the last throes they try

they hope life is possible

though they just die

anguish was with them right till the end

the life and the death of yes  mans best friend

and one hopes that the women

orgasmed with ease

as the forceful and virile

did it with ease

on a  tortured afghan

or some other breed

who died in such agony

for them to succeed