Why Do You? – Song Poem About Our Absurd Relationship With Animals
I wrote up a short stand up comedy script about the absurdity of our relationship with animals, and how it started off as companionship, then ownership, and for some animals has now escalated to full blown exploitation atrocity of factory farms. I’m still working on how to make it funny, but here’s the first version.
Keep in mind I’m trying to be funny. I don’t have a problem with dog or cat owners. I currently am taking care of an indoor cat, and feel a lot of love and respect for the animal I live with. I believe cats should be let outside if it’s possible, but recognize some cats are indoor cats.
I don’t have a problem with someone walking their dog, and not letting people pet them. Totally fine with me. I’m just trying to joke around with the word “Pet’ and the act of Owning Petting an animal, and how it’s a PET-peeve of mine, that the controlling of animals is so normalized.
Feedback welcome. I plan to revise it and make better versions of this.
Why Do You – Lyrics:
Humans have figured out how to own everything,
People own trees, they own ideas and activities.
You know when someone has a pet dog, they pet what they own,
If you ask “can I pet your dog?”, they say “No, only me!”.
It’s a pet peeve of mine, this ownership on display,
Though the dog needs a hand to function in the human way.
But they treat ’em like prisoners, under house arrest,
Strictly for their own good—yeah, it’s pretty messed.
Why! Why! Why!
I look at the world and I just ask why!
Why! Why! Why!
Like an indoor cat waiting for the sky!
(Verse 2)
Indoor cats are a bit slow, haven’t you noticed?
Something’s missing in their eyes, totally unfocused.
But if you know an outdoor cat, one that survives the years,
Its worth the risk of them dying so let go of your fears.
But the indoor ones are lazy, they walk around and cry,
And every meow sounds like a question: “Why? Why am I alive?”
The first indoor cat must have been called a prisoner,
Locked in a human room, as a permanent visitor.”
(Chorus)
Why! Why! Why!
I look at yoour dinner and I just ask why!
Why! Why! Why!
Like an indoor cat waiting for the sky!
(Bridge)
We have indoor farm animals now, billions of pigs.
They suffer a life in the dark just for spareribs.
A plate on your table, a with some slices of bacon,
seeing it is for what it is leaves the witness quite shaken.
It’s an awakening, like getting lucid in a dream,
When you stop exploiting animals, you join an aware team!
To us it’s weird and almost evil, the flesh on the plate,
I look at your dinner knowing it once had a face.
(Outro)
Why… why… why?
This topic is taboo for those who eat meat and snooze.
Why… why… why?
When you eat meat both the animals and you loose.
Why do you?
