First they stung the ferals,
and I did not cry out—because lol zoos.

Then they stung the non-con,
and I did not cry out—because cuffs chafe my wrists.

Then they stung the proshippers,
and I did not cry out—because my siblings are ugly.

Then they stung the shitposters, the
pundits, the eroticists, the non-Furries,
and I did not cry out—except to kinkshame.

Then they stung me—
and there was no one left with the antivenom.