Canada Goose

I see the island plastered on your arm

That cruel mark, caught in the dark

A humane restraint to "do no harm"

A hood, a life, to stop the flow of air

For your comfort, clean hands on a cup

Of quality coffee as you pretend to care

A coat, a look, waiting for the shot

Caught in a cage, it's all the rage

Life cycle or chain, they'll take all you've got