MOLIÈRE
ANIMAL PAIN (written during the production of the figures and at the height of anger)
are you force fed mashed flesh?
tickles does it? hurts does it?
'course not!
fondle it and swallow it down.
is the slaughterhouse far away?
roped off? the noisy cast anonymous?
'course it is!
avoid the lot, swallow 'em down!
if you keep yer eyes hid, ears limp,
the cages will scrub themselves
keep yer brains cold
and yer freezer stuffed
with rosy knick-knacks, butcher's prime;
look in the zoo.
laugh with the kiddies and the seniles too
tossing yer hot-dogs, yer lolly sticks
into the traps
and into the throats of the inmates there!
how does it work mummy?
carve it up and see, dear.
fondle it and swallow it down!
belch it off and put up yer feet,
but don't forget
to straddle the corpse for the photograph:
hi ho look at this!
hi ho look at me!
