Weave it
\nstitch it
\ntry so hard
\nto disguise it
\nit is still barred
\non my body let me say
\nfur can never be the way<\/p>\n
its protection for those souls
\nwho in the wild take on their roles
\nthrough wind and rain and hail and snow
\nand ice these darling creatures go
\nto stop them some employ the ghouls
\nthe strange, the weird
\nthe foulest fools
\nwho leave contraptions around a bout
\nand leave me actually in no doubt<\/p>\n
how bloody cruel they are to be
\nleaving traps that some won’t see
\nuntil they stumble into it
\nand face the wrath and all our shit
\na broken bone
\nor ligament
\nperhaps a torn face
\nit was mean’t
\nto crucify the beast that came
\nthat’s in fact its claim to fame<\/p>\n
its then put out of its misery
\nthe misery is the human, he
\nis a miserable sod
\nwho should be put down
\nfor a wad
\nof skins to make one gown
\nor coat to me is a vile display
\nof how bloody sick
\nsome are today<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Weave it stitch it try so hard to disguise it it is still barred on my body let me say fur can never be the way its protection for those souls who in the wild take on their roles through … Continue reading