Fur bearing bitches

Insensitive bitches
That’s who they are
They think it does it for them
It’s one big scar
On humanity really make up and gold
And drenched in dead fur
That some shit shop sold
Animals gifted the skins in cold places
These so called horrors
With vile made up faces
Sporting dead fur as thick as can be
They sold their souls
And look so ugly
Women in fur
Dead animal skin
The Devil is waiting
For them to drop in
The great pot where scum bags
Eventually end
These ugly bitches
Are Nobody’s friend