In their orange suits,
Caged up.
Such beautiful animals,
All hairy,
And frail.
No attempt made,
To remove the anomaly,
That holds them in chains.

'Oh why won't you come down and say it's so very wrong?'

I guess it's not the way,
You talk to the Zookeeper,
He who decides whether to feed you,
His word must be obeyed,
He's got you by the balls,
And you,
Look like,
A fool.

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