Do you like my metal collar
\nAnd my body chain
\nIt’s not there by coincidence
\nIt’s the human refrain
\nThe changeable ness of habitats
\nAnd why now I am here
\nChained up to a fucking post
\nAnd left to rot, it’s clear
\nThe trees were just too magical
\nThe fruits were pure and sweet
\nMy life was full of freedom
\nI had enough to eat<\/p>\n
Family life was gentle
\nFresh water from the stream
\nI lived in a paradise
\nSo of course it did seem
\nThen man kind so called came to be
\nLogged out cut down every tree
\nPut down concrete
\nThe stream was filled
\nWith human junk which they just spilled
\nInto the stream
\nTill everywhere
\nWas ruined by their lack of care<\/p>\n
I was captured on that day
\nAnd transported far away
\nChained up to this fucking post
\nLeft out in the sun to roast
\nSpat at by the loggers here
\nPissed on sometimes
\nIt is clear
\nhuman beings are not kind
\nAnd lots of others completely blind
\nTo how we are treated everyday
\nDegenerates I have to say
\nThis metal collar does me in
\nAnd this metal chain it is a sin<\/p>\n
To leave me like this it’s not fair
\nI could just be anywhere
\nIn the trees to jump and play
\nBut instead of this now everyday
\nI sit and contemplate and see
\nIf I can recall my memory
\nOf the varied jungle with all my friends
\nAnd A marvellous message it always sends<\/p>\n
Me back a while to dream about
\nThe place I loved without a doubt
\nmy home my family the jungle green
\nWhich is all gone it’s now obscene
\nIt’s just a junk heap
\nA polluted stream
\nThe earth had worth
\nOr was it a dream<\/p>\n
Chained up spat at that’s my life
\nSitting here sharing your strife<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Do you like my metal collar And my body chain It’s not there by coincidence It’s the human refrain The changeable ness of habitats And why now I am here Chained up to a fucking post And left to rot, … Continue reading