Dipping skivvies in hogwash
Pig play, pretentions and lard
Our love such panache slosh
Not choking on what's not hard
No worries, I've hardly been scarred

Constraints of Mosaic law
On me leave nothing confined
For the little curled tail I saw
Once whipped, delectable find
Oh how I enjoy my swine

This little piggy went to market
While this little piggy did squeal
None the piggies found bargain
And even more piggies did steal
For an honest piggy, no deal

Oh in squalor, am I left to wallow
Greased pig be slippery catch
This all may be hard to swallow
For one pig, does another fetch
Stop me now, as I snort and kvetch

What blew up in China? And what made it blow so big?
An "accident" my goodness! Is it a sacrifice to *****?
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Couldn't have a thing to do, with their money called the Yen
WW3 could start this way, maybe the War has just began
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But we don't have to worry, we'll say oh tisk-tisk too bad
There are too many Slant Eyed Chinks, blow them up and we'll be glad

I sit watching the day, wondering what will be coming for me? physically I'm here, mentally I'm not,
I don't feel me anymore, I wonder if the gods can help me? i shall ask in my next blot.
Ill ask Odin, Freyja and *****, to guide me on my path, to help me spiritually find myself again.
ill make my offering surrounded with musky incense, AleHorn, runes and a hammer around my neck,
ill give my offering as i ask for help to  somehow bring me back.
back to the days i could smile, back to the days i could be me,
oh dear Odin i wish i could again be free.
Free to be me again, feel alive again, feel anything again, instead of being darkly numb, it honestly feels like someone has me under the thumb.
Dear Odin, Freyja and *****, please forgive me for being so weak, needless and numb.
help me find myself again, be the warrior I am, stand tall and face my fears in a mental battle only I can win.
I finish my offering with blessings, smoke and gin, Hail to the gods, Freyja, ***** and Odin.

My girl *****'d up on a Friday. Thor's day has been garbage night on my block for a while (thanks for the reminder) dawn breaks on through, hoppin' mad through looking glass and where the sky meets the lake, so blue, what're lies, n what be true, really the answer is tween me n u