Raccoon and fox fur from China

You just cannot believe the vile
Iniquity
From the abyss these repellant
Git’s have come
Fox and Raccoon for their fur
Look closely your not dumb !
Jackets your fur trim
Described, as faux fur
It finds it’s way to market stalls
And stores
It’s shocking it’s forbidding
It’s villainous it’s sullen
Odious and wrong
Terrible conditions
For, however long
They simply all go bonkers
Their feet torn by the wire
Infected and in such agony
In conditions really dire

No one cares a monkeys
They rot unfed and lost
And all it’s for is money
In Hell we have them tossed
We kill them with so much hatred
Complete detestation
We are entirely hostile
To a miracle of creation
Such malice , we,and ruthless
As any killer, we
Are anything but humane
Such contemptibility

Shipped into the stores here
The skin torn off our back
Eyes popping,hearts inflamed with pain
Like old rags off a rack
They look at their abuser
Why me why me they say?
What did we do to receive this treatment
What do we fucking pay
A metal road stuck between our teeth
And a poker up our arse
Connected to a car battery
Abhorrent death first class

Women ripping that fat off
Other friends who were killed
Imagine that for christ’s sake
All their blood is spilled
Bits of it all stuck together
Hanging off the skin
Imagine the emotion
This is the depth of sin
Anger and resentment
Provocation too
Embroiled in all this evil
This is what they do
It’s then trim around your collars
In the lining of your boots
You can’t wait to buy it
Really you are brutes
Sometimes it’s called faux fur
Much holier than thou
It is you twats
It gives you the hots
For you can afford it now

But it’s Our skin
It is our fur
All the agony we have felt
All the torture all the blood
Where we are killed there is a flood
Of sinew mucus shit and pee
It’s everywhere come come and see
Come and hear us come and smell
The blood and puke that is our Hell

Then it’s been cured with evil stuff
So our dead skin is really tough
It hold up in the environment
And all of you do feel content
Having our dead putrid skin
Close to you helping you win
The contest of the best dressed hag
With the match cadaver skin and bag
The chemical curing is filthy stuff
Into our rivers here enough enough
Our kids are dying here
Of cancers really can you hear
Death and dying is everywhere
Your cheap trim
Brings so much despair
I use expletives everywhere
And all because your cunts don’t care

You are the long life cretins
Those store keepers are too
There are no words to describe them
What these bastards do
Sit behind their walnut tables
Swigging Dom Perignon
Smoking big fat Cubans
And creating raccoon doom
Wearing fur makes you a hag
Prostituting care
Irascible and humour some
And We all wish you were all not there

Those of you still importing fur and articles from China’s warned
You are guilty of terror torment and environmental degradation
Shame your balance sheet doesn’t disclose this data