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Viviane section


In rows
I heard they feed food
On the outside troughs
So why only needle scoffs
suspicious I feel
You are not my mother
in the white coats uniformed
Caged and on parade
Smother, apathetic gesture
Gestate test tube
storm right past you
if I could claw out
tear you to bloody pieces
yes if strength permit
I would tear you to fucking pieces
and liberty bit snarled teeth would grit
warlike the look of a mongrel eye
blood on lab coats splatter fly
your limbs would be dismembered
Mrs lab tech
do not be complacent
every woman can die too
viscous is the genetic seed of self defence
apparent is the apathetic pretence
of a prodding plastic instrument
dream I
cant, cage metal way too strong
stainless steel the forked tongue
yelps a pathetic sound
cant
so try and reach the next cage
brother bring him round
to touch his paws
to smother his fading fur in mine
he needs support
from the dirty sort like you
soiled he became
some beauty product laced with lime lame
scorched his eyes
bastards
Laid back I cant reach
Stretched
scrutinised
I wish I had never been born
A puppy futile
In the water tank
To drown
And when slip unconscious
Brought round
what are you doing
why this exercise
why lead us to the bench cold
I know your name
Its Vivian I was told
by
Vivian placard silver
Badge
life science, I learned to read Shakespeare
here
and you
Proud of animal frown
Investors in people
prod and pierce
furnace fierce eyes
To burn things finished
Our calcium frames diminished by cruelty
I’m gonna get you
Don’t rub me in cloaked guilt sympathy
wrinkled hands
Cold ice show!
Flea lice, burrow, go! Zap product! sell
Great you know the sense of it now
A new product born
Advert convert the latest patent
pending dollar
Zero remorse whilst penning
Complex equations squalor
for us the animal
Skin cells for her the she
with the pretty lips bitch
clinical
And very clean
caged my home, your supercilious dream
We all need one

don't we Vivian?

◄ An argument with nature

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Francine

Wed 9th Sep 2009 03:25

Passionate as always...
Very conscious of what I eat... and what I buy...

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clarissa mckone

Sun 4th Nov 2007 02:30

i was in a car accident today, not feeling well. im ok just very tired have to work sunday on matthews b-day.

Pete Crompton

Sat 3rd Nov 2007 11:55

oops i posted the wrong audio link!!

No its not auto biog apart from Miss Davies who was my crush at school!

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clarissa mckone

Sat 3rd Nov 2007 04:38

you know what? You read very well, its like listening to a show, very animanted, wish I was as good as you are. good job on that audio!

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clarissa mckone

Sat 3rd Nov 2007 03:35

well thats a different poem on audio, its called come along dear, its interesting, seems like a convo between to people that are kinda rude to eachother, reminds me a little of my grandparents, except naught, and they never were naughty, its amazing they had any kids! its a good poem, just hope its not real for you.

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clarissa mckone

Fri 2nd Nov 2007 17:36

this is an amazing poem about the testing done on animals in the name of science and product safty for humans. It burns me to the core that they do this, I do the best that I can NOT to purchase products that are tested on animals. They do the most stupid things like spray mouth wash in their eyes, of course it hurtsand would harm a human, however if your stupid enough as a human to get it in your eyes then...well, must be retarded. ah great job!

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