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Spirit Animal
Possibly were little else
but beasts of the untamed
panorama of this farce
cuttroat and deadly as
the forever night that
plagues the tattered psyche
of the dweller within
the clutches of infirmity.
We strut and preen
in our coats of flea ridden
furs with mottled skin
that belies our inner beauty
trapped in a glass cage
whose edges are razor sharp
and we never think to fear.
So we dream that we can talk
and commune uselessly with
those who push our coagulated
blood to spite their rivals
whove but a wish to
thier name as emperor
of thier uncouth creations
whose deplorable shrieks of mercy
are echoed by the growls
of a tightened leather collar.
