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Life Is Sow State Unfair
So yo’ farm masters got yo’ phat attractive features listed on public notice, at da commodity trading display — touting you as one fine looking hoofed creature State Fairs have long been 4-H 401k good capital investment forays Sow auctions are traditional; if you got da right beauty parts, you gonna be quickly sold Now you bemoan yo’ penned fate, saying a pig’s life is sow State unFair Slaving in da muck, never so much as gittin’ a bacon sniff of a hard-earned buck But you got fed fo’ free, fattened up Miss Piggy royally Now you gon be Jabba Hutt gut sold sow easily Did you think you were gon git let go, pork-n-bean NDA free? How gullible can a show oinker be Da secret sauce dat dey use on pretty pork chops like you, belongs exclusively to da company Other turkey-toe, sow oink clucks gobble up the ol’ company sales pitch line: Tellin’ the little piglets, when dey git grown, dey won’t be on da choppin’ block, squealin’, pinned down supine So don’t invest yo’ short shelf life, pork rind grind savings Buying dem baby back stock options, will later have you bottle crying ‘Cause it’s all just fatback lying Yo’ turn’s coming soon at da auction turnstile Sow strut yo’ peacock best in yo’ dainty, apron dress You and yo’ bruh’s best bet is ta be safely picked as prize breeders on the chitling set Other than dat, we all know life is sow State unFair But, when you git gov’ment approved for da new fed’ral slaughterhouse rules Oinking ‘bout pig sty conditions, is just splitting hairs For when the blade swings low ... slice singing a ham bone tune, oh so true You gon know fo’ sho’ da true ooman meaning of dat beheaded feeling — dis life just ain’t fair sour sow belly blues
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