2 million cats

The government lack compassion
For they
Are grey suited robots
At the end of the day
Dealing in pretentious matters
That’s how
They get through tHeir day
On the basis of now
Lives do not matter
Unless they belong
To the policy makers
Who ofcourse are all wrong
It’s about public image
That whole daft facade
Theatricality
Always on guard

Two million cats
Real lives every one
Wilder than wild
Feral and done
With the trillions of baskets
And biddies who smile
Now they fend for themselves
And the farmers they rile

Anything wild
That lives by its wits
That goes back to Nature
And that’s where it’s shits
No truer recycler is therein fact
And therefore reality
Should by now have backed
Their reason to be
Their reason to live
Not be murdered by government edict
That just wants to give
The farmers a leg up
Those measly creeps
Who are cajoled into thinking
That a true sower reaps

I feel cheerless ahead of the
Grey suit brigade
Their tie is in place
But their heart it does fade
Out of the picture
In so many ways
For its one of those grey suited ghoul
Crusted days
When life force is blindsided
Toxicity
dropped from the air
What few people see
The great geo engine up in the sky
The ignorance raging
But no one asks why

It’s easy for few of them look up and see
The sky isn’t as blue as it used to be
The clouds are just different
To those hopeless ones
Living in fear on their high gluten buns
What will become of the two millions souls
Sweet feline pussies
Each building roles
Out in the wilds where the real men
Exist
Who call on the shooters
And most of them pissed
Out of their minds
On the canned lager crap
Their kidneys on fire
In their own fucking trap