A tiny cage
\nAn avid soul
\nTail all torn
\nIt knows its role
\nIt lives near water
\nIt loves to be
\nSeen to wander
\nWild and free<\/p>\n
But I am a Mink
\nAnd some know why
\nAs a Mink you dare not
\nReason why
\nHow can you feel
\nYou have any right
\nWhen your name is Mink
\nAnd your way is bright<\/p>\n
Who are you with fur like that
\nThick and warm
\nWhere are you at!
\nWith foxy friends
\nAnd beavers who
\nDo wonders for the likes of you<\/p>\n
But often find the trappers boot
\nCruelty is at the root
\nSuffering is our demise
\nThe so called freedoms of the wise
\nA small wire crate
\nThat cuts you fast
\nCan transform life
\nIt’s no more the blast
\nIt’s a dark lamenting sadness where
\nAt every turn you meet despair<\/p>\n
A broken tail
\nSore ears and eyes
\nAnd, you cannot see the skies
\nFeel the wind about your head
\nAll you do is end up dead
\nLost to this ugly world of theirs
\nWith great tall churches
\nAnd loads of prayers
\nBut as for heartfelt melody
\nAll they give is misery<\/p>\n
We cry
\nWe die
\nInside we know
\nAs minks and Foxes yes we grow
\nOur fur is what they want us for
\nIt’s what they truthfully m..adore
\nAnal electrocution that’s the way
\nThey kill us off And the delay
\nIs agonising to say the least
\nIs that the nature of the beast?<\/p>\n
I think not
\nThey are selfish ghouls
\nTruthfully breaking all the rules
\nRestraining us in torture cells
\nAlone all thrown in human HELLs
\nThey demand our fur
\nFor their hags to wear
\nCoats cost lives how can that be fair?<\/p>\n
It’s frightful, it’s awful it’s painful
\nBut they
\nWear our fur on a summers day!
\nDEnmark Finland the USA
\nENgland too
\nThe farms display
\nCruelty on a scale so high
\nAll our cells mates
\nWant to die<\/p>\n
A subliminal message
\nAn ugly thought
\nThe minks they stole
\nSome goddess bought
\nA rock star maybe
\nWho Can tell who manufactures
\nTheir own true hell<\/p>\n
A screaming banshee from the start
\nWho admits they have never felt their heart
\nA soulless oaf with their hangers on
\nWhen Minks and Foxes upped and gone
\nTo the Summerland
\nStitched up and sewn
\nAnd then On some back seat thrown
\nAdorning their body
\nReally they
\nWalk and let their body sway<\/p>\n
The likes of gaga
\nAnd others who
\nFeel the need to bleed
\nThey do
\nBut it’s our pure blood
\nThat they show off, they
\nAre a heartless bunch in a vile decay<\/p>\n
Full of nothing your VIP’s
\nWho squawk and walk
\nWith their knocking knees
\nAs the paparazzo squirm and shout
\nGOd knows what they shout about
\nWe animals are then denied
\nA life
\nA spirit
\nTo be justified
\nWe are crying its a life
\nTo our God above
\nFor a semblance of hope and love<\/p>\n
RIhanna and party
\nBEyonce too
\nThe so called in set
\nAll they do
\nIs remain half crazed
\nIn their bubbles and
\nHonestly can’t understand<\/p>\n
Manipulation
\nThat’s their domain
\nThe corporate murderers
\nWho are insane
\nThese mere puppets to the cause
\nNo they seldom ever pause
\nWhen questioned about blood and gore
\nThey glibly answer as before<\/p>\n
The ignorance and dumbed down state
\nOf the VIP’s
\nWho cannot wait
\nTo wear dead bodies
\nOf innocent souls
\nWho craved true love
\nIn their respective roles<\/p>\n
But who got the opposite
\nThe cruelty
\nTheir bottoms fried
\nSo their hearts could be
\nAs one with nature
\nThe wicked game
\nThe ponderous sluggish
\nRoad to fame<\/p>\n
The tasteless and the uninspired
\nThe gracelessness the undesired
\nThe inelegance and defacement here
\nCovering the wrinkles as they appear
\nUnlovely unhandsome an odious bunch
\nAppealing to spotlights out at lunch
\nSelling the corporate state to all
\nDressing it up
\nTo the walking tall<\/p>\n
The ornamentation
\nThe extra bling
\nThe chiffon the spangle
\nSome underling
\nCreated In China
\nBut finished elsewhere
\nEmbellished and enhanced
\nWith drops of Despair<\/p>\n
unrefinement and vulgarity
\nA courseness and Indelicacy
\nundignified really unpolished too
\nBlatant and loud
\nThe cries come through
\nAs the poker enters
\nOur wet sore arse
\nThe indignity
\nIt is first class<\/p>\n
For what is high fashion
\nEccentricity
\nIs an anti climax actually
\nIt’s misbehaviour and ribaldry
\nThat’s what the cameras fail to see
\nThe unfeminine touch
\nThe mannerless eye
\nThe disorderly rogues
\nAll poised to lie<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A tiny cage An avid soul Tail all torn It knows its role It lives near water It loves to be Seen to wander Wild and free But I am a Mink And some know why As a Mink you … Continue reading