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!