Ant Smith

All poems

Nature nurtures

Imagine if you will for me, this pretty little scene
Bunny rabbits, puppy dogs, birds and trees and bees
Gambolling the day away, singing pretty songs
Four legs good and two legs wrong

So what if animals, can't understand rape
Tiny little puppies can suffer from The Rage?
So what if fluffy bunnies look funny when they're skinned
Don't you tell me, that animals never sin

So what if flowers are too fast to wither and to fade
And their water stinks as it pours down the drain
So what if pollen leaves a nasty little stain
Flowers are fucking whores, their stamens make it plain

So what if birdies eat of rotting morbid flesh
So what if they steal to make their fetid nests
So what if pigeons shit in the places that they roost
Hitchcock he was right, they're trained to fucking kill

It's natural to behave, like a fucking cunt
Your civilisation's just a fucking bluff
Greed and hate make up all my living days
Nature nurtures within me a great distaste
Four legs good and two legs wrong
Imagine all the pretty things a singing this song