Monkey and circus

The trainer
The no brainer

A cruel and ugly
Bitch
Has no compassion
Anywhere
What she does to this titch

It’s about retentive training
A monkey on a stick
That gets a blooming hiding
It’s enough to make me sick

Held there and then badgered
Belted in the face
It doesn’t get a look in
Keeping up the pace

Of smacking it around the head
And,not letting it go
Giving it a pasting
And just making it know
Who is right
And who is wrong
And who is now in control
The women with the stick in fact
Or that pretty little souls

The monkey takes it’s beating
And gives a shout or two
Clinging for the life of it
As monkeys tend to do

Captured in a quandary
Dispossessed of course
Evicted from some travelling pack
And left now to enforce

The soul urge
It was necessary
For to be cut down in her prime
To exact the energy wanted
And to continue with her climb

The irksomeness of capture
The tediousness and pain
The unamusing struggle
A wet blanket of a brain

Held fast and unrelenting
Blubbering all the way
Held there on a chain poor thing
And being made to pay

What is that trainer thinking about
The hideosity
It’s repellant and it’s odious
That somehow she can’t see

To Let it have it’s freedom
It’s paid a price and should
Get the chance to do its thing
If only now it could