they called me the sad faced monkey
But there was a time of joy
Before I was trapped and stuffed in some cage
Which really did annoy
Me the abuse I suffered
daisy that’s my name
From that breeding laboratory I said
But bleeding it is
I’d have been better off dead
Abuse abuse that’s what I got
They broke my fingers the scars were not
There from birth these bastards they
Burned me and turned me
Into what I am today
Sad faced
Broken hearted sweet lost dear
Finally wild futures
Allayed some of my fear
Now in this sanctuary
I can be
Myself at last
Take that from me
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.