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Pig Latin Man, Anmay

Just keep livin in this feelin Never am I beleivin That shit thats written Questin for questionin Im losin No reasonin No serotonin Jane, dope burnin got me floatin Lucy dances turnin got me smilin Druggy desperate runnin got me huffin Huff and puff an puff, pass One piggy in a house oh straw smokin grass Nother piggys house of glass Last piggys house of cards but, alas Little piggys grow big and pass One pig in the straw smoked over ash Nother pig served with a glass Last pig out of cards, alas Last pig out of the farm Free hog free from the harm Hunted down with a firearm Pow Pow hogs need not roam No escapin the farm Just dyin in a drugged calm Or dyin strugglin in dirt, damn So just chill and spread sperm New meat for the grinders Fresh meat for the diners Pigs aint shit but some dinners For pigs with gold incisors
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Written by
DeafBard
27 / M / Anchorage, Alaska
For You?
Written by
DeafBard
27 / M / Anchorage, Alaska
Published
Dec 23, 2018
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First official poem on here

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