Guantanamo Babe

i think i may have to become a veggie (small help small, no help, small symbol)/at least 4 a while (ha)/fucking wanking pet shop//depressed me so bad/hada big old cuddle with the dulux dog/he pressed against me so hard… looked me madly in th eyes like it was his happiest day/i wanna go there in th middle of the night n check if they keep the cats in the fish tanks at night aswell/pacing cats/huge cats, too big to sell/pacing and wont look u in the eye/lovely cats.. look pedigree or sum shit/big as ghost cat, grey short hair beauties/no one will buy em so old/theyre 2 of em in a tank about 40cm square and tall with a weird perch one sits on/n the other paces paces/makes me feel like scum, which I am, I am scum./i’m one of us, who inbreeds em n locks em in n if we want it to be cold it’s cold /and we ration em water n they beg like bitches/n we wrap em up like freakish babes lolling heads in our arms /n patronise em with garish fucking costumes n make em give paws /i went in to give the beasts a stroke. /my pity/only the dulux dog is around./n it’s made to sit on this bench only just big enough to hold the bulk/  it paced aswell/ the owner, a man, had a cold look in his eye, he ignored the beasts,/but they tolerated me stroking./the rest are locked in an asylum in the window/ security door bars you from em./the girl went in as i watched from outside, trying like a nut to meet a cats eye/all the animals begged as she poured water into long dried bowls of tiny ratdogs./the cats came last in the fishtank./the dogs are in tiny pens.  40cm x 40cm again, very economical and frugal little bowls aswell /2 chiawhawa type mutts couldve jumped the fences n joined some of the lone pups but they just stood about on hind legs, little wastrel dancing ponies./sleepy eyed pups slept and waddled like rotten hamsters./and we keep all animals this way. /days in petshop cells, are they there at night? /or are they ferried away in boxes in cars? /in Korea the humans fare little better. /In China even worse.  many are not even deemed good for a window to air, or a view./rows and rows of slums and great orwellian towerblocks plague the green earth and we are all scum./keep our pigs in keeps with no room for walking and fucking lucky am i to roam as i do./so shut your dirty pudgy, grease spewing mouths when you moan about your situation, and paint glue about your eyes and pity inside,/and hope that we do not conform to our dominance and lose all respect./Oh, the meddling mediations of the tired child… /but what petty victories we have won over other species sadden me, we’ve ruined their lives and our own are damnable.  But damn god and damn damnation for they exist not./sneak back in darkness and brick the window!!/oh, a dolphin does not play this way and a dolphin is far wiser than we.