And

...then they were biting or scratching
they were tranquilized because they'd
given up on me and my words the house
was rotten with shit all over the place
the walls gouged from tantrums
the milk in the fridge was blue
bear bile was harvested in cold batches
for the wealthy children squeezing bears
with bags connected to machinery
to carry the bile in and the cars
to carry them home
say nothing about the golden handles
knobs with elegant etchings
the seats made of crushed animal
viper masks and the chalky wick
making it totally awesome
to bum them out.