The unintelligibility
\nOf wearing another’s skin
\nWhich That other has to die so you
\nCan get your sick soul in
\nThe irrelevance of your being
\nThe vapouring poppycock
\nThe piffling twiddling raving
\nThat become an awful shock<\/p>\n
So many wilder animals
\nAre shoved into a cage
\nOf wire that tears their feet apart
\nIts of a larger gauge
\nA triteness and illogicality
\nAmbiguous some say
\nIn fact there is nothing prudent
\nAbout wearing fur Today<\/p>\n
A misinterpretation
\nOr the wrong end of the stick
\nWe all have skin to keep us in
\nBut wearing others, lick
\nYour wounds you violent specimen
\nPlug your ears so you
\nCannot hear the awful screams
\nAs the skins torn in full view<\/p>\n
A coat of many bodies
\nThat the devil gave to you
\nDripping with blood and vital lymph
\nWhilst you were clueless too
\nThe poker up the anus
\nThe electric between the lips
\nTheir eyes crash from their sockets
\nFrom the lightening that rips<\/p>\n
Incessant tears forthcoming
\nBlood loss from everywhere
\nAnd what it does for the animals soul
\nCasts it into dark despair
\nDespair that human creatures
\nAlthough born with their skin
\nTrap us and shoot us and snare us
\nSo they can commit <\/p>\n
FUR SKIN<\/p>\n
And they cure it all with chemicals
\nCarcinogenic too
\nSo the people working on the furs
\nAre risking their lives for you<\/p>\n
Then of course the animals
\nFamilies spoilt as you
\nAlso want these animals murdered
\nWhich is very true<\/p>\n
Their babies often die as well
\nIn some nest somewhere
\nThe price of your fur collar
\nAnd worse still your coat
\nDESPAIR<\/p>\n
She wears fur but she’s no lady
\nNot sentient at all
\nShe will never be a teacher
\nFor she’s too much of a fool
\nSo selfish and self centred
\nImagines that she looks
\nA million or so dollars
\nLike the rich models in books<\/p>\n
But clearly she is very false
\nWith everything she does
\nShe makes up as would the vilest clown
\nGives nobody a buzz
\nShe wears the skins of the innocent
\nWho were murdered in cold blood
\nWho screamed up to her heaven
\nWhen she died in her own blood flood<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The unintelligibility Of wearing another’s skin Which That other has to die so you Can get your sick soul in The irrelevance of your being The vapouring poppycock The piffling twiddling raving That become an awful shock So many wilder … Continue reading