Angst
yes my mouth is too big,
id eat a little pig,
me a glutton 'i'm surmising,
elastic pants keep out the angst,
and the pork is multiplying,
.....just call me fatty, hog trotter:}
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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