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I welcome you to the Human Zoo
and do we have a sight for you.
We'll start off the tour with feisty felines;
check if you can see yours or see mine: Corporate fat cats like to lie in lazy chairs.
Black panthers see white as their nightmare.
Cougars are always on the prowl for one final prey,
yet we don't see the manthers outside every day.
Maybe we'll see terrified tigers, blinded by fighters
who need their eyes unlike this ghost writer.
We'll go in the doghouse next: it will show us at least
the House of Anubis which confines begging beasts.
Bloodhounds smell sweet (s)cents of slaughter
and are deaf to Nature's Call by their daughters.
"Homo homini lupus" is what they always try to cry
but the Chiberus steals the show with its six puppy eyes.
They don't cry wolf; its yapping leaves you with bleeding ears.
Even pitbullies put their tails between their legs out of fear.
One word of advice: do not go in here all alone.
Fake fanged bats futilely fly in the Twilight Zone.
I say these creatures suck without a doubt.
Vamperes make us and screens black out
as they suck the light out of us as they please.
The next beasts feed on the recently deceased.
Flying around the dying; victimizing vultures
cause countless casualties in pop culture.
In one resort, I see hundreds of hypocritters;
two-faced animals that made me so bitter.
Their minds and words are opposites.
They relie on instinct as they see fit.
Some of them escaped but we don't see them walk.
These creatures are in the Ministry of Silly Talks.
They won't die; they'll leave it to Beaver(s) to get shot.
They're hustlers who know Ms. Cleaver is quite hot.
Mules feel the glorious burden of life
unlike ink drinkers that work from 9 to 5.
A mule is born; little kids scream "Hey Festus".
He'll see dust, taste bullshit and breathe asbestos.
Pop sheep don't keep themselves warm with their wool.
They have it over their eyes; they are the blindest fools.
I tell you, I didn't know bunnies were playboys with booze.
Maybe their luck made them so smooth and footloose.
There are more fishes in the sea
but only loan sharks are after me.
Seals with camo skins fire at will.
They don’t club and shoot to kill.
I'm donne with fleas thanks to this butterfly effect.
Black widows (h)itch; these wives are so imperfect.
Bar flies with sunken spirits stay till the final call.
This is the end of the Human Zoo and I thank you all.