It’s man who tests on animals
What else can he do
Clad in white
He stinks of shite
And tortures mice,
his view
Chickens rabbits Guinea pigs
He makes their pain come true
Screwing into animals heads
Ripping fur away
Watching their eyes leak massive tears
Every sodding day.
Sticking matches in their eyes
And candles up their nose
So in pain they piss their pants
It’s for medicine I Suppose
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.