Bedtime For Bonzo

You were famous once.
For 15 minutes.
A Hollywood actor.
A commercial star.

We all laughed at your antics.
You were sooooo human.
The toast of the town.
Just like Morris or Spuds Mackenzie.

Where did it start?
You were taken at one and a half.
From a loving mother.
And trained to be cute.

Kicked to keep your attention.
Cruelty hard to mention.
But you were a star.
For 15 minutes.

And when you became too old.
At the age of 9.
Your 15 minutes were over.
Your star faded.

Was it to the zoo for you?
Was it to a cheap roadside amusement?
What was your fate?
Where have you gone?

You are my closest relative.
So why would we not treat you differently?
Why wouldn't we abondon you?
Do you deserve better?

But I weep for you my cousin.
You live on garbage.
You live a solitary life.
Do an occasional trick and make us smile.

I weep for you my cousin.
We have robbed you of nature.
We have robbed you of nurture.
For 15 minutes of profit.

So beware my cousins.
Beware of roller skates.
Beware of funny wigs and dresses.
Beware of man.