Those so demeaned creatures,
the other white meat, Porky and that one,
from Charlotte's web, Some Pig, that one,
blue ribbon from the fair in old time farm times,
as we had ourselves, once, and then again, a time,
to just take what we wanted, for once, take it all, just
beware the hidden truth in commands from scruples,
adjusted fecklessness, pangs of con-scientious-ness, slowing
social truths less dull edge, as sharper at this point, than fear,
sharper at this instance in this state of consciously sharing mind
as wares, soft expandable each stretchy images spat inadvertently
to spell spiritual volunteers blinking thinking we ought at least try,
just once, as a we of me and thee, thinking peace is positioned whying
out loud, yes, we know better, but how loudly do we laugh, clowns cry,
that's what the circus is for, but we who believe run the show, you know.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
Those so demeaned creatures,
the other white meat, Porky and that one,
from Charlotte's web, Some Pig, that one,
blue ribbon from the fair in old time farm times,
as we had ourselves, once, and then again, a time,
to just take what we wanted, for once, take it all, just
beware the hidden truth in commands from scruples,
adjusted fecklessness, pangs of con-scientious-ness, slowing
social truths less dull edge, as sharper at this point, than fear,
sharper at this instance in this state of consciously sharing mind
as wares, soft expandable each stretchy images spat inadvertently
to spell spiritual volunteers blinking thinking we ought at least try,
just once, as a we of me and thee, thinking peace is positioned whying
out loud, yes, we know better, but how loudly do we laugh, clowns cry,
that's what the circus is for, but we who believe run the show, you know.
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