You can measure the days out in weight or in dread
It's a gunmetal grey sky, dented up and bent.
Went to Lakeside and tried out the spluttering depth.
Slept too well to stop breathing, started dripping instead.
A pig with porcine needs...
_You're freezing, not swimming
stale mouths are all grinning!_
__Up from the mattress, let go what I stole
Calling the mud and the clay, cards to show
Go to troughs, walk through droppings when it's time to be fed
"I can die like a hero, or go back to bed..."
Finish out the sentence...__
You can tell them I hate them and want all their smoke
I can slice through the surface, and sink 'til I choke.
Spoke to Sergio, he told me, "Boy, you're a ghost!
Spose'ta dry out on mainland, but got soaked on the coast!"
A pig with piscine dreams...
_You're bloating, not sinking!
Just floating and stinking!_
__Up from the lakebed, and back to the pen?
Squealing for slop and then sleeping again!
Go to troughs, walk through droppings 'til the pickings are thin
"I can live like the fodder or die like the fish."
That concludes the sentence...__
_Down to the mattress and shadows once more
Cold fish are talking and keeping cold score
When the bucket is empty, the pigs all just rest.
You can die like a hero, or go back to bed.
Back to bed._