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If you're not in the wild and hear awhoo

You may be in or in the vicinity of a Zoo

Where animals are kept in cages

As they rant and rage in stages

Man is so cruel and selfish that he would

Keep wretched animals for their own good

That say they are so happy that they

Pace in their tiny cages every day

Not longing for the wild

They are so happy like a child

Rub themselves against the iron bars

Until they bleed or become sick with scars

They are so happy that they copulate

With their water bowl or plate

Forgetting what a mate look like

They are so happy that they take a hike

Cower trembling in a corner to hide

From man the watcher ready to chide

Or sleep to dream and dream to sleep

Of the open and the wild and the deep



Suppose the tables are turned and say

Man are put in cages for display

I'm sure they would be a wreck

Yet all around the world if you check

Zoos are a city's pride and joy

Put for the soul purpose like a toy

For the feast of its citizens' eyes

To be confined is to lose your ties

Isn't that what is done to criminals?

Amidst our perpetual daily denials

Yet we spend so much on zoos and less

On our handicapped, sick and homeless



Man is slowly using the entire ruse

In their own manmade human zoos

Man originally was a hunter

And woman the food gatherer

Then he was busy trying to stay alive

Now he learnt to farm and survive

He thought he was happy and glad

And he ceased to be a nomad

He sought pastures of green

And moved to places he'd never seen

He developed towering immunity

And sharpened his hunting ingenuity

By staying in one place year after year

Living near his filth around his lair

He developed diseases and lethargy

He acquired collateral damage now

Somethings he can't disallow

Dumb and obedient in his chore

He is not lean and mean anymore

He is not swift and agile like the monkey

And the women've became fat and lazy



Then he got modern machinery

The final nail ending all his chances

And his wife got all the conveniences

And soon there were more leisure times

But not to teach his kids nursery rhymes

He has lost all the keen senses

He could not sit on the fences

He could've when he was a hunter

He has now become a time consumer



The executive instead of stripping down

His expensive car now goes downtown

And after weed, wine and a party

He now strips down his secretary

The kid who used to throw a ball

Is bored and now have more gall

Now throws it at a glass window

To get attention and get more show



A wife now has time to mind a pet

Free time put her in a different mindset

And instead of stroking the dog

She watch soaps and snores like a log

Fantasize with stars and every film fare fan

With extra time now to stroke the milkman



Honey dropping from her lips

With nothing to do she gossips

Her life is meaningless

Her tiny head in a mess

She doesn't have to rub and scrub

As her kids sing rub-a-dub-dub

She watches her clothes dry spin

As she gossips trying to fit in

She watches and pause

Creating mischief because

Her life is boring and she's angry

At times would work on her body

Plucking out her eyebrow

Getting fat like a cow

Enlarge her busts and breasts

Taking boring endless tests

Tighten her waist and hips

Painting and thinning her lips

Starve herself to death in mink

Then finally goes to a shrink

To sit on his couch and crows

As she tells him all her throes



And as usual commerce takes a bite

Cashing in on her weakness for spite

Using music, fashion and sex

As the director cries "Nex?"

To sell their unhealthy product

Using whatever to conduct

Using women like a yo-yo

As the spectators cry for mo'

Stressing on legs, face and shape

Just to beautify the landscape

Shunning all those who can't cope

Some turning to the end of their rope

Or can't fit in and have to exit

Then it's not funny a bit

Enter anorexia nervosa

Trying to look younger

All this havoc only makes

Pains and ulcers and headaches

And the pharmacists laughing

After their heft billing

All the way to the banks

Not even saying 'Thanks'



Man too has become bored

Like cancer, he can't be cured

He has lost all his hunting skill

His meat comes from Knob Hill

His apparel can be bought at Sears

Not from an animal he spears

He doesn't walk he drives

Can't hear him when he arrives

To his job back into his garage

His kids think he is a sage

But he is a very worried man

Relaxes with a glass in his hand

As his wife prepares dinner

From a store bought container

Or she slaps up shake and bakes

Just for the kids and his sakes



Don't ever think that the high

And the lowbrows don't cry

Losing their useless faculties

Doing boring jobs in factories

Day after day, watching the clock

As bossman sneers and takes stock



Men in glass offices shuffling

Busy back and forth running

With sheaves of paper daily in denial

A useless life not fit for an animal

All fruitless tasks to all

Just before their downfall

The profits going to the tycoon

Watching the full tide and moon

Who sits in Florida in the sun

Watching his faxes get done

Running his enterprise from a computer

Far and free from all the helter skelter



Useless tasks spell trouble

With doses coming in double

And so the hospitals and clinics are full

As politicians and others try to pull wool

Over our eyes, because of scheds.

Crying that hospitals have no beds

Raising everyone's blood pressure

With pharmacies around every corner

As others getting extensive

Medicare is so expensive

In America folks hide their ailments

Because of red tape curtailments

Its too costly to be sick

Using local tricks to lick

Heart attacks are common

At the least summon

They die at an early age

Whilst others die of rage

For their body cannot withstand

The confinement of this land



Man has lost his hunting skills

As he succumbed to tiny pills

And women no longer the food-gatherers

Has lost their immunity of their forefathers

Man has become an animal too

Eventually caught in his own zoo.