Improbity

To be so unregretting
And so unashamed
Is Pointing to psychopathy
Unreformed and unreclaimed
To abide in one’s error
And refuse to see the light
And To not be remorseful
And so uncontrite

A streak of such wickedness
And villainy
A conscienceless purchase
Grave and deadly
Especially so
For the unspotted were
Innocent sheep boys
And to them we refer

Playful and gentle
Angelic in part
Above suspicion
The softest of heart
They mean no harm
They are honourable souls
Butchered and cured
In decorative roles

Three lovely sheep
Heads and neck now create
The creepiest chairs
For the vilest of state
A constant reminder
Of life as it was
And how it was ended
Really because

Some pitiless person
Whose callousness reigns
Whose unmoved and tearless
In ones own chains
Cursed in reality
By a sick mind
Unloving of Nature
And what’s left behind

An outrageous savagery
Put up for sale
A chair for to sit one’s backside in
A trail
Through the darkest of forest
Into the abyss
With one’s arms on the heads
Someone’s taking the piss!

Big time it’s evil
It just gets to me
The sickest design
That ever could be
To create such an object
Must prove beyond doubt
To have done it and offered
It up then the lout

Caught up in a madness
In the hatred of life
In what is wrong doing
A creator of strife
For the cuddly sheep boys
Who graze on the hills
Graceful and calming
That their blood now spills

Into one’s boudoir
Or bijou perhaps
Supporting a tired back
A slaughterman slaps
The sweet supple body
And cuts through its throat
Let’s it kick on the gantry
A death dance of note

And why were they sacrificed
Who paid their bill
The most weird design
For me it’s no thrill
To imagine the state
Of the mind who can say
That by slaughtering innocent sheep
It’s okay

And to be reminded of the innocence lost
To abuse them of course
And To know the cost
Those sweet lives cut short
By psychopathy
By discriminatory desire
Which should never be

It’s humiliation
Mocking the true
An affront to innocence
So clueless to
Aweless behaviour
So cavalier
Despised and disparaged
And fraught with such fear

Such a selfish proposal
An egotist sits
Possessive of nothing
Lost in the pits
Of time, a sick mercenary
Hogging the light
Whilst the sheep boys
Are lost in iniquitous blight