Tomorrow’s sausage rolled along the road
And just beyond my hasty, tasty want for a drink.
Amidst giggle and sigh, my cohorts,
my companions and others
Muddle the horror, or meal at ends, most likely
Come this little pigs jump from the truck
Leading butcher.
In silence, I admire the –
Entrails on the highway; jump opposed shank,
Surpassing my seventh mile for a
Seventh heaven,
Leaving me simply seconds prior Shenzhen.
Sure, little piggy’d never made it,
To the market, to the feast of it all,
But he’d met his end, and on his own terms.
He’d met his end and frolicked upon the
Fields lacking pans and bacon grease,
In opposition the role, the role we force, enforce
And devour time and again;
In silence, I admired the escape.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
Tomorrow’s sausage rolled along the road
And just beyond my hasty, tasty want for a drink.
Amidst giggle and sigh, my cohorts,
my companions and others
Muddle the horror, or meal at ends, most likely
Come this little pigs jump from the truck
Leading butcher.
In silence, I admire the –
Entrails on the highway; jump opposed shank,
Surpassing my seventh mile for a
Seventh heaven,
Leaving me simply seconds prior Shenzhen.
Sure, little piggy’d never made it,
To the market, to the feast of it all,
But he’d met his end, and on his own terms.
He’d met his end and frolicked upon the
Fields lacking pans and bacon grease,
In opposition the role, the role we force, enforce
And devour time and again;
In silence, I admired the escape.
