They used to be zoo animals

Now they’re pharm animals.

They have no voice

With which to speak.

They are non-sense

That can be interpreted

By the pharmers.

They used to be zoo animals

Now they’re pharm animals

Visitors aren’t allowed

To poke a stick

At them anymore.

Only the staff are allowed

To stick those

Who don’t agree

To swallow rat-shit

That’s served up regularly.

They used to be zoo animals

Now they’re pharm animals

There to fatten the pharmacy.