the opulent few<\/p>\n
enriched with the power<\/p>\n
the flash of the cameras<\/p>\n
hour upon hour<\/p>\n
overpaid zombies<\/p>\n
devoid of emotion<\/p>\n
a numbness of thought<\/p>\n
their only devotion<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
how they appear<\/p>\n
to their fans on the street<\/p>\n
to the paparazzo<\/p>\n
and to the elite<\/p>\n
they are the affectless<\/p>\n
daring to show<\/p>\n
excited by shocking us<\/p>\n
where ere they go<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
as for the suffering<\/p>\n
that they now wear<\/p>\n
they dont have a clue<\/p>\n
they are just unaware<\/p>\n
the anguish of ignorance<\/span><\/p>\n the purgatory<\/p>\n the sadness and mournfulness<\/p>\n and adversity<\/p>\n <\/p>\n its goes over ther heads<\/p>\n for they are VIP’s<\/p>\n the accursed remain in the darkness<\/p>\n the fleas<\/p>\n are on them<\/p>\n not on, what they now wear<\/p>\n be it fox, be it mink, be it dog<\/p>\n they dont care<\/p>\n <\/p>\n they \u00a0expose themselves<\/p>\n and the media comes<\/p>\n parading their wealth<\/p>\n to their media chums<\/p>\n what of the wretched<\/p>\n the doomed and the lost<\/p>\n those wild ones who died<\/p>\n what has been the cost<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the fur wearing starlets<\/p>\n have no concept they<\/p>\n may have been given the coat<\/p>\n just today<\/p>\n and its warm and its soft<\/p>\n and its thoroughly right<\/p>\n that so many were slaughtered<\/p>\n that this coat of blight<\/p>\n <\/p>\n and sin is beholden<\/p>\n to so many souls<\/p>\n whose primary agony<\/p>\n clearly controls<\/p>\n they died for so little caged up<\/span><\/p>\n going mad<\/p>\n their feet badly crippled<\/p>\n their souls very sad<\/p>\n <\/p>\n anal electrocution<\/p>\n drove them to a place<\/p>\n where they were then skinned<\/p>\n and were lost without trace<\/p>\n few witnessed their passing<\/span><\/p>\n how they spluttered and cried<\/p>\n hung up on a hook<\/p>\n their breath then denied<\/p>\n <\/p>\n an old rusty knife cut their fur clean away<\/p>\n as they swung there in agony<\/p>\n they were made to pay<\/p>\n choking on their own blood<\/span><\/p>\n sweating away<\/p>\n being trod on and belted and<\/p>\n this every day<\/p>\n <\/p>\n nothing was final<\/p>\n the torture went on<\/p>\n and on and on<\/p>\n till yea they were gone<\/p>\n thrown into a crusher<\/p>\n or tossed on a heap<\/p>\n left for the maggots<\/p>\n who rapidly creep<\/p>\n <\/p>\n tedium throws them<\/p>\n into \u00a0a pit<\/p>\n they go silently mad<\/p>\n for that, yes is it<\/p>\n so much indifference<\/p>\n from people these days<\/p>\n who haven’t the sense<\/p>\n and just will not raise<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n their consciousness<\/p>\n they are dumbed down into hell<\/p>\n they wear their new anorak<\/span><\/p>\n thinking its swell<\/p>\n with its real dog fur collars<\/p>\n and cuffs which just bring<\/p>\n out the real \u00a0fashion<\/p>\n and this is their thing<\/span><\/p>\n some sad designer<\/p>\n creates \u00a0the design<\/p>\n soaked in the blood<\/p>\n of the creature divine<\/p>\n <\/p>\n nothing now matters<\/p>\n they are strutting their stuff<\/p>\n the broken the bleeding<\/p>\n for them life was tough<\/p>\n death was, even tougher<\/p>\n they felt all that pain<\/p>\n and went to the summerlands<\/p>\n attached to a chain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the opulent care nothing<\/p>\n its what looks good<\/p>\n a mink on one’s arm<\/p>\n a fox really should<\/p>\n be on the back of a women<\/p>\n who could<\/p>\n show it off well<\/p>\n a STOLE OR A HOOD<\/p>\n in a soft lovely way<\/p>\n with more eyes on her<\/p>\n than some creature<\/p>\n they say<\/p>\n <\/p>\n this is the fur industries<\/p>\n rabid sense<\/p>\n nonsensical creepy<\/p>\n such dark suspense<\/span><\/p>\n the hag with the bag<\/p>\n some might shag as a lag<\/p>\n but the rag on the flag<\/p>\n is untimely and dense<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" the opulent few enriched with the power the flash of the cameras hour upon hour overpaid zombies devoid of emotion a numbness of thought their only devotion how they appear to their fans on the street to the paparazzo … Continue reading