To lure and trap a wild soul
\nin its habitat
\nwith food
\nto me is total evil
\nfrom someone that’s so crude
\nunthinking and uncaring
\na total mind blocked sump
\nwhose only thought is killing
\na wicked peccant grump<\/p>\n
who thought just where to leave
\nthat dire contraption
\nhidden under leaves for best effect
\nhopeful he would catch a hungry
\nrabbit or a fox
\nnot about to cunningly inspect<\/p>\n
hunger drives a wild soul
\nto relax its once strong guard
\nand this is when the trapper
\nreally no holds barred
\nsets the locomotion
\nand waits to hear the cry
\nas the steel jaws clamp down hard
\non the victim who will die<\/p>\n
imagine it, each inch you move
\na cutting searing pain
\nbut if you cannot get away
\nyour life goes down the drain
\nperhaps you could leave your leg behind
\nand limp off but too late
\nyou hear the shuffling
\ntrapper with the growling gait<\/p>\n
He looks down at you coldly
\nhis grubby hands of hair
\nchewing some vile concoction
\nyou wish you wasn’t there
\nbut of course you know the next phase
\nand hope it will be swift
\nbut this grotesque excuse for a man
\nis worse if you get my drift<\/p>\n
He brings his left boot slowly
\non top of my head
\nand crushes me into the earth
\ngrinding oh this I dread
\nhis soles crack my head open
\nand my warm blood starts to flow
\nbut he just keep on grinding
\ntill I pass out and I go<\/p>\n
he hangs me on a hook
\nhe’s banged into a tree
\nand tears my skin off in one piece
\nI think he’s set me free
\nto wander over rainbow bridge
\nand out beyond the stars
\nperhaps I’ll meet my ex girl friend
\nwho last week went to Mars<\/p>\n
the improbity of trapping
\nthe lack of conscience thought
\nthe deviousness within the heart
\nthe skullduggary he’s bought
\ninto, so immoral a reprobate, a crook
\na really good for nothing
\nnot worth a second look<\/p>\n
what of retribution
\nthese trappers imagine they
\nare doing god’s work
\nkilling us
\nthat is what some say
\nbut of course we know its the industry
\nthe awfulness of fur
\nfor your hags and designers
\nwho apparently concur<\/p>\n
that it is to be our destiny
\nthe only reason why
\nsouls with fur were ever put upon this earth
\nand we
\nmust succumb to evil murder
\nand welcome it for we
\nare purely sacrificial lambs
\nfor the fashion industry<\/p>\n
well we don’t see life like that
\nwe are souls, in our own right
\nfeeling thinking caring grieving
\nwe too see the light
\nand all this rotten cruelty
\nexacted on us will
\ncome back to you soon 3 fold
\nand may be a bitter pill<\/p>\n
that you will have to swallow
\nall you fur clad sh**ts
\nwho imagine that your own skin
\nis kind of shot to bits
\nand all your creams and potions
\ndo nothing for you, and
\nwearing ours feels better
\nwhich I just don’t understand<\/p>\n
and never will!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To lure and trap a wild soul in its habitat with food to me is total evil from someone that’s so crude unthinking and uncaring a total mind blocked sump whose only thought is killing a wicked peccant grump who … Continue reading