FUR HAGS

Fur hags
Dead eyes
Thats the FUR Hags
Lovers so they say
Ignorant opportunists
Unreliably in the pay
Of Trappers. Murderers Hunters
Scumbags who all wait
To tempt a hungry animal
And kill it at a rate
Of knots,
The WOLF the COYOTE
The RACOON Dog, the CAT
The Rabbit and the Fox
The Beaver and the MINK
All where they are at

Godly souls
With furry skins
And lovely hearts of gold
Who are murdered by the unworthy sods
And all of them are sold

Shabby criminality
Supplying FUR Hags who
Parade about in Knightsbridge
With their store bags
Yes they do

They say they love their kittens
And their puppies
But its not true
they only love
Their bloody selves
At the end of every day.
Dead eyes soulless
FUR Hags
And blokes too along the way

Yes blokes too are now wearing
Leather fur and skin
Animals kept in cages
In LOCkDOWN
Its a sin!
Wearing all these animals
And the agony they go through
Many skinned alive
On hooks
To bleed out
Yea FOR YOU

A mother cow
Milked to death
Raped each year
And made
Her calves kidnapped
Her sullen grief
She knows she’s been played

Sent off to the abattoir
Her skin ripped off her, she
Is the leather on your boots
A shit show
Agonisingly

You all understand LOCK DOWN OR HOUSE ARREST

They are caged,captives,many skinned alive

The karma will be yours