It’s a sickness
Of man unkind
An alienation
To pure lunacy
A cretinism
Bound out of a way
To finance more profit
On any day
Nothing is natural
It doesn’t exist
Just utter confusion
From that they enlist
A creative wild soul
And feed it below
Salt water fish
To help it to grow
Salt water fish in a fresh water hole
They have a screw loose
As some of us know
Psychotic defective
Arses who rule
And it’s onlookers
Punters,
consider their fool
We pay to watch
Unnatural torture, for we
Are driven mad
By all that we see
Our expectation
Of original thought
Tantalised possibly
For that’s what is sought
Apathy
Hopelessness
Unanticipated
A leopard under water
Feeling elated
Eating an alien
Diet where we
Pay on admission
Our ignorance free
Well said Rex, love it
Thanks. Denise love you a lot
The animals go through it every last one of them don’t they x