What’s that animal doing in a suit?
Isn’t he about to loot –
The bank
Or get into a tank
To blow a hole in your soul?
On his nose
His spectacles sit
For the illusion of –
The respectable bit
His eyes will look open,
Sincere and clean
But when you’re not looking
They have a mean, green gleam
The suited animal
Is never quite thereance
It’s just an appearance
For those that give careance
And for their suitability…
Most fur’s been removed
The chatter’s been smoothed
The teeth chiselled down
To a white, insincere crown
Of smileciticy
There’s a lot of animals
Skulking, no doubt
There’s thems in their clothes
And thems – without!
“No more lies” suited-animals
Take off your disguise
So we can see….
What you’re really about?
Janet Feast
Copyright © 2009 by Janet Feast
- Janey