She wears fur but she is no lady

The unintelligibility
Of wearing another’s skin
Which That other has to die so you
Can get your sick soul in
The irrelevance of your being
The vapouring poppycock
The piffling twiddling raving
That become an awful shock

So many wilder animals
Are shoved into a cage
Of wire that tears their feet apart
Its of a larger gauge
A triteness and illogicality
Ambiguous some say
In fact there is nothing prudent
About wearing fur Today

A misinterpretation
Or the wrong end of the stick
We all have skin to keep us in
But wearing others, lick
Your wounds you violent specimen
Plug your ears so you
Cannot hear the awful screams
As the skins torn in full view

A coat of many bodies
That the devil gave to you
Dripping with blood and vital lymph
Whilst you were clueless too
The poker up the anus
The electric between the lips
Their eyes crash from their sockets
From the lightening that rips

Incessant tears forthcoming
Blood loss from everywhere
And what it does for the animals soul
Casts it into dark despair
Despair that human creatures
Although born with their skin
Trap us and shoot us and snare us
So they can commit

FUR SKIN

And they cure it all with chemicals
Carcinogenic too
So the people working on the furs
Are risking their lives for you

Then of course the animals
Families spoilt as you
Also want these animals murdered
Which is very true

Their babies often die as well
In some nest somewhere
The price of your fur collar
And worse still your coat
DESPAIR

She wears fur but she’s no lady
Not sentient at all
She will never be a teacher
For she’s too much of a fool
So selfish and self centred
Imagines that she looks
A million or so dollars
Like the rich models in books

But clearly she is very false
With everything she does
She makes up as would the vilest clown
Gives nobody a buzz
She wears the skins of the innocent
Who were murdered in cold blood
Who screamed up to her heaven
When she died in her own blood flood