Son Pig Poems

Now, I eat sold bacon a lot
Like the people who'd leave it not,
On Sundays watching the sharp knives
Bent on ending the pigs' poor lives...

Now, I...

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I love this barbeque stuff, the little piggy said.
His father rolled his sow eyes back into his head.
You know those are porch chops he whispered...

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As we sit at the edge of the bridge
Do you expect me to jump?
I found the power to turn beauty to a pig
and my methods...

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