Indignities

My people, the little people, have had to suffer uncountable indignities since time immemorial.

First they'll force feed us,

Then they dress us up in silly hats,

Then they force us to hang out in our silly strollers while they go about their lives,

Oh dear God please make it stop.

And then there are the infernal baths, how humiliating.

You would think they would show some sympathy.

Show some mercy.

Let us keep a little of our dignity.

But we are their play things & they'll show my people no quarter.

And don't dare mention the bozos they make us take photos with to improve the bozo's images. The indignities of it all