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Jun 2010
pig
the whole pig is but a part of me
as i am but a part of you
i have devoured it and consumed it
completely. you have me.
i have relished in its death
and basked in its life as it
seeped onto parched earth.
i smile while it squeals.
how it sounds so human.
do you hear me squealing?
as my heart is rent in two
and piece by piece is swallowed.
as my soul is ripped from me
and piece by piece is swallowed.
mmmm...little pig tasted so good.
how i enjoyed it.
ribs were so tender and
came easily from the bone.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
pork chop was pink to the center,
plump and required a knife to sever.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
sausage, two in number, sliced in twain.
red, and spicy, and oh...so delicious.
you huff and puff
to blow my house down.
08:27 PM 9/2/04
Vince Paige
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Vince Paige  50/M/Portage, MI
(50/M/Portage, MI)   
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