Tragic Menagerie.

I'm afraid of losing you,
to the keepers of the human zoo,
don't be distraught as we pass through,
see,
they're fed regularly,
bananas thrown through bars,
straw for beds
and water bowls,
let's buy some nuts,
pluck up the guts
to hand feed them,
'cos we need them
to pay heed,
watch your fingers for bites,
as they bring us
petitions
written
from beds that they shat on,
that ones got a hat on!
smoking fags
like a human,
how cute,
but let's go
before the shit that they throw
adheres,
to the tears
of compassion,
it's closing time
my funky little sexy cockney monkey,
let's run for the gates
before it's too late
and we're left masturbating,
and caged
daily fed and deranged,
I'd rather be dead than drip fed,
the souvenir shop
isn't much cop
with stuffed people,
figurines,
cups with funny faces,
posters and coasters,
so,
run baby,
before they close,
and we're found
bound,
exhibited,
limited by shackles as they cackle,
throwing fruit in their suits,
wrong side of the bars
looking out at a place
we once stood
mocking the flocks,
biding time in exchange
for retirement clocks.