I feel extreme unhappiness, and extreme pain,
As I curl up in a ball in an isolated cage.
As much as I despise this loneliness,
This has been my life for a decade.
When I was brought into this world,
My mother was supposed to be the one to take care of me.
But once I was brought into this world, I was ripped away from her by experimenters,
And sometimes, I can still hear her cries to have me back in pure and utter agony.
But of course, as a newborn,
I still needed some motherly comfort, now didn't I?
So, I was given a piece of fleece wrapped around a block of wood,
As "motherly comfort" was a thing that the experimenters did not want to try.
My life as a baby, however, only got worse,
As I had started to suffer from a terrible rash.
This horrific rash covered my body and limbs,
But I was still treated like trash.
The stress of living in an isolated cage was overwhelming me so as a baby,
And I couldn't stop constantly having diarrhea everywhere!
So, not only was I struggling to keep my weight stable from the constant diarrhea,
But the stress of living in an isolated cage was overwhelming me so much as a baby, that I had started to rip out my own hair!
Even with the rash and bald patches all over my body,
I had always been checked out and passed about to different experimenters all throughout my being.
It's almost as if I'm one of those "library books",
Which is something from humans that I keep on seeing.
See? I know what a "library book" is!
Maybe it's because of how close to a human I am, that I am experimented on?
But still, there has to be another way for experimenters to experiment without using us monkeys,
Why must us monkeys, to experimenters, be looked down upon?
Experimenters scare and confuse me,
As they put me through an unimaginable amount of pain.
They draw my blood repeatedly, and forcefully make me go unconscious,
But I have yet to be as unlucky as some of my other caged "companions", as some of my other caged "companions" have had holes drilled into the brain.
But I have been anything but unlucky,
As stated before, I have been through such an unimaginable amount of pain, that just thinking about it, may make your stomach ache.
And the events that happened, on my own birthday, no less,
Really does take the cake.
On my very own birthday,
The experimenters had put me in a restraint chair, as a fearful shiver traveled down my spine.
Then, the experimenters had painfully electroshocked my genitals until I ejaculated,
so that my semen could be used to breed more monkeys to have the same lives as mine.
So, that has been, and still is, my life,
As for any more horror stories, I refuse to give.
I will just stay curled up in a ball in this isolated cage,
As I have lost my will to live.
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#FreeCornelius - A First-Person Poetic Insight in UW-Madison's Primate Center
PoetryPrimate Centers have been around for years, and are seen, usually, as morally acceptable, due to the fact that the experiments performed on these primates is seen as just "so beneficial" to humans, that it would seem to be morally acceptable to harm...
