Fur boys and girls everywhere

A tiny cage
An avid soul
Tail all torn
It knows its role
It lives near water
It loves to be
Seen to wander
Wild and free

But I am a Mink
And some know why
As a Mink you dare not
Reason why
How can you feel
You have any right
When your name is Mink
And your way is bright

Who are you with fur like that
Thick and warm
Where are you at!
With foxy friends
And beavers who
Do wonders for the likes of you

But often find the trappers boot
Cruelty is at the root
Suffering is our demise
The so called freedoms of the wise
A small wire crate
That cuts you fast
Can transform life
It’s no more the blast
It’s a dark lamenting sadness where
At every turn you meet despair

A broken tail
Sore ears and eyes
And, you cannot see the skies
Feel the wind about your head
All you do is end up dead
Lost to this ugly world of theirs
With great tall churches
And loads of prayers
But as for heartfelt melody
All they give is misery

We cry
We die
Inside we know
As minks and Foxes yes we grow
Our fur is what they want us for
It’s what they truthfully m..adore
Anal electrocution that’s the way
They kill us off And the delay
Is agonising to say the least
Is that the nature of the beast?

I think not
They are selfish ghouls
Truthfully breaking all the rules
Restraining us in torture cells
Alone all thrown in human HELLs
They demand our fur
For their hags to wear
Coats cost lives how can that be fair?

It’s frightful, it’s awful it’s painful
But they
Wear our fur on a summers day!
DEnmark Finland the USA
ENgland too
The farms display
Cruelty on a scale so high
All our cells mates
Want to die

A subliminal message
An ugly thought
The minks they stole
Some goddess bought
A rock star maybe
Who Can tell who manufactures
Their own true hell

A screaming banshee from the start
Who admits they have never felt their heart
A soulless oaf with their hangers on
When Minks and Foxes upped and gone
To the Summerland
Stitched up and sewn
And then On some back seat thrown
Adorning their body
Really they
Walk and let their body sway

The likes of gaga
And others who
Feel the need to bleed
They do
But it’s our pure blood
That they show off, they
Are a heartless bunch in a vile decay

Full of nothing your VIP’s
Who squawk and walk
With their knocking knees
As the paparazzo squirm and shout
GOd knows what they shout about
We animals are then denied
A life
A spirit
To be justified
We are crying its a life
To our God above
For a semblance of hope and love

RIhanna and party
BEyonce too
The so called in set
All they do
Is remain half crazed
In their bubbles and
Honestly can’t understand

Manipulation
That’s their domain
The corporate murderers
Who are insane
These mere puppets to the cause
No they seldom ever pause
When questioned about blood and gore
They glibly answer as before

The ignorance and dumbed down state
Of the VIP’s
Who cannot wait
To wear dead bodies
Of innocent souls
Who craved true love
In their respective roles

But who got the opposite
The cruelty
Their bottoms fried
So their hearts could be
As one with nature
The wicked game
The ponderous sluggish
Road to fame

The tasteless and the uninspired
The gracelessness the undesired
The inelegance and defacement here
Covering the wrinkles as they appear
Unlovely unhandsome an odious bunch
Appealing to spotlights out at lunch
Selling the corporate state to all
Dressing it up
To the walking tall

The ornamentation
The extra bling
The chiffon the spangle
Some underling
Created In China
But finished elsewhere
Embellished and enhanced
With drops of Despair

unrefinement and vulgarity
A courseness and Indelicacy
undignified really unpolished too
Blatant and loud
The cries come through
As the poker enters
Our wet sore arse
The indignity
It is first class

For what is high fashion
Eccentricity
Is an anti climax actually
It’s misbehaviour and ribaldry
That’s what the cameras fail to see
The unfeminine touch
The mannerless eye
The disorderly rogues
All poised to lie