The Wolverine Abroad

For National Poetry Day. I admit, this is not my most refined offering:

I just loped off the freighter
I don't know where this place is
If they try scorn cos I'm furren born
I'll just bite their fucking faces.

I don't know what they're saying
through they all seem in a rage
Lots of human words spilling out like turds
while I snuck out of that cage

No, they didn't even notice
They were yelling about orders,
About who's all wrong and who can belong
About guards, fences and borders

And they all look bloody miserable
And a lot look very scared
Tis a strange country, mad and unhappy
But at least I came prepared.

Cos I'm a fucking wolverine.
I don't get this talk of races
I was born free,  if they arse with me
I will bite their fucking faces.