#peta
This is the story of a tipped tree,
Some fish,
And two men who hit the streets.
They wanted to spread the word
About how to keep pets safe.
To speak up for those who could
Not be heard.
They'd knock on the door,
Say "hi! We're from PETA!
And just like that, they weren't
Invited to say anymore.
This happened again and again and again.
Finally, they agreed "one more. Then that will be the end."
They knocked on the door.
But this time, no one answered.
They knocked again, no answer.
They went to the window
And what did they see?
Baby goldfish in clear ***** of water
Hanging off the tree.
They looked at each other, and both said "we need to act quick."
Luckily, the door was unlocked.
No lock to pick.
Handling them with care,
They got the fish to safety and got
Out of there. But before they left,
They kicked the tree down in anger.
And that's the story of how the tree was knocked over not by a cat,
But a stranger.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
Why do mirrors shine in the dying light
If Ozymandius's gleaming bear spray
Delves into the fading autumn leaves
Then apocryphal demise will ensue.
So I ask thee
Where is thoust
When the sicilian chess moves come
We are pawns in this game of life
I guess you can say
The butterfly died
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
Can't you see
that the fish was gasping for air?
For the sake of your lust,
wanting to have a triumphant end
to such a meaningless contest
you lure it from its world.
How could you inflicted that
on such innocent, lovely soul?
How could you treated its life
as if it is unworthy at all?
How could you even sleep
when you have wounded another soul?
Dead or alive,
you have no right
to irresponsibly acted in that way.
Ignorance, arrogance.
No regret, no guilt.
Yes, because you are all murderers!
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
Should’ve Taken The Camel
I didn’t want to ride the camel,
with it’s rotted teeth and tortured eyes,
though he did kneel for me nicely,
and the tour guide seemed kind when he offered me the ride,
but I didn’t want to ride the camel,
so I took a horse instead,
and we rode in a race,
to catch the sunset at the pyramids,
past dusty whirlpools,
of broken bones and trash,
horse hair clinging to a leg bone,
bloated heads and plastic bags,
dusty as Hell,
dry and hot from sun,
the sound of the whips on the horses,
gets us up and on the run,
gripping onto the leather saddle,
as this white horse begins to gallop,
and as we get going faster and faster,
I begin to think I should’ve taken the camel…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Every time
I look at you
I know it is
the worst ever
feeling to have
in this world.
It is worse than
having a tyre
punctured on
the road
in the middle of nowhere
and being kicked
out from the boat
in the middle of nowhere
you are stuck
in a glass box
you did not
built it
and someone else
who thinks
they are superior
built it for you.
I wish I could
hug you
kiss you
and bring
you somewhere
without further
ado.
All you can wish
is just to be free
not just another
commodity.
It is better to be dead
on a natural cause
outside
than being stuck
in somewhere and
feeling lost
inside.
Feline oh my feline.
Nothing wins, nothing ever wins.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
The rats run in, the rats run out
thats just what they do
spreading disease and parasites
eating inside, and out, of you
PETA would have you imagine
that it's just another living thing
oblivious to the death
such creatures always bring
Cockroaches scurry around
rats are their only fear
carrying more viral death
each time, that they, appear
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
it is a post-human resistance to still-born meat,
the floccinaucinihilipilification of the catholic retreat;
another God disguised to look like me.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC