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I woke up from comatose For taking a strong dose Of some freak herbal tea My hands were feeling cold They looked wrinkled and old From sleeping by the sea Then I was told By a lady wearing gold That I needed new clothes For I was shattering my teeth She said I could get some gloves At a warehouse down the road And shoes for my feet So, I drove my shopping cart Down the Street of the Destitute There to the old mart To get me some mittens and boots On the end of the road, I saw A decrepit brick wall Where the old market stood It was forsaken place Long left in disgrace With windows of rotten wood I walked through the parking ground Until by the gates I found An ancient pig as guard I knew I was out of luck When my vehicle got stuck And I couldn’t run a yard As the crinkled hog struck I quickly tried to duck Behind the shopping cart The beast jumped like a goat And it almost got my throat But I escaped by a hair I promptly offered him some wine Because I knew that a swine Would drink without a care My gift worked out fine The mean creature got benign My neck it would spare The guard got drunk as a skunk And I quickly dived in the junk As a stuporous pig laid on the ground In a pile of scraps, I sunk And amidst the waste I found A pair of gloves for cold weather And boots of shiny leather
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Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
Street of the Destitute
I woke up from comatose For taking a strong dose Of some freak herbal tea My hands were feeling cold They looked wrinkled and old From sleeping by the sea Then I was told By a lady wearing gold That I needed new clothes For I was shattering my teeth She said I could get some gloves At a warehouse down the road And shoes for my feet So, I drove my shopping cart Down the Street of the Destitute There to the old mart To get me some mittens and boots On the end of the road, I saw A decrepit brick wall Where the old market stood It was forsaken place Long left in disgrace With windows of rotten wood I walked through the parking ground Until by the gates I found An ancient pig as guard I knew I was out of luck When my vehicle got stuck And I couldn’t run a yard As the crinkled hog struck I quickly tried to duck Behind the shopping cart The beast jumped like a goat And it almost got my throat But I escaped by a hair I promptly offered him some wine Because I knew that a swine Would drink without a care My gift worked out fine The mean creature got benign My neck it would spare The guard got drunk as a skunk And I quickly dived in the junk As a stuporous pig laid on the ground In a pile of scraps, I sunk And amidst the waste I found A pair of gloves for cold weather And boots of shiny leather
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Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
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