What are we seeing
Gangs of vile sods
Heartless egregious
There are no gods
In their putrid minds
That administer grief
They maim and they torture
And their belief
Is to pick on the cats
And viciously kick
Put them in washing machines
And do it quick
Bite them and punch them
And Not miss a trick
Horror and more horror
all put on line
Attracting more nutters
Willing to sign
Up to more torture
More thrashing more Ill
Rip off their fur
And finally kill
They create in the meantime
Thought loving souls
Who view on the internet
Intent controls
Disturbingly vile
Deliberately wrong
In truth their belief
They are part of a throng
Of the ugliest nastiest cruellest of foe
Who use every trick in the book as we know
Cats people love
And seeing this stuff
Hearing the screams
We have all had enough
Of these inveterate creeps
Who need authority
Go jump on their backs
By their adversary.
Too many sicko’s
Warped evil shits
Meaner than most
Who frighten to bits
They pummel and stab
And frighten and bleed
And we can watch them
Every deed
China could trace them
Addresses on line
Shut them all down
And make them sign
Arrest them imprison them
Fine them upon
The pages the many they are now on
Block them or cancel them
It can be done
Police them arrest them
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