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Traps For Faux Fur


Don the fur, those born of foam!

Amidst iridescent pearls strung around driftwood

choked by those envious kelp.

Say foxy lady! Tear those shackles away!

Notable as it seem to rid those with fur

however radicals are never sane.

Why euthanasia but not adoption?

Do mass graves equal kitty-kat haven?

Mummified thumb gives approval

idiosyncrasies of the founder, credibility naught

yet those blind blingrats feverishly advocate. Just

lay traps for faux fur and see how much you can catch.

For why can't we follow the rules of Artemis

enough for sustainability, humanely possible

every part vital for daily necessity. But no,

numbers on worthless papers are what it's worth.

Don the fur, those born of foam!

Lay traps for faux fur and see

how much you can catch. Until then

foxy lady! Tear those shackles away!

#quintain #poetry #fur

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