Sad faces laboratory places

they called me the sad faced monkey
But there was a time of joy
Before I was trapped and stuffed in some cage
Which really did annoy

Me the abuse I suffered
daisy that’s my name
From that breeding laboratory I said
But bleeding it is
I’d have been better off dead

Abuse abuse that’s what I got
They broke my fingers the scars were not
There from birth these bastards they
Burned me and turned me
Into what I am today

Sad faced
Broken hearted sweet lost dear
Finally wild futures
Allayed some of my fear
Now in this sanctuary
I can be
Myself at last
Take that from me

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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