I am just a bit more sophisticated pig.
Filthy as one can be.
Sophisticated in sense of complexity.
An intricately patterned and decorated
Portrayal of virtues and flaws.
A Periphrastically
pink hairy swine with black spots.
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Taking into consideration the fact,
That everything has its designated place
In time-space continuum,
Not knowing where and when
You are situated in its piggery,
And the truth that there is only
Certain amount of sins,
That can be swept underneath
The carpet’s scatological despicableness,
Has it ever occurred to you,
That If you lean your head
To a side,
Both physically and mentally,
Either literally or metaphorically,
In order to gain an alternative
Perspective of the consensus,
You always end up bumping
Into stuff?
Try it.
Just don’t sway your head
Whilst walking,
For you may inaptly wrong yourself.
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I wish I was a pig though.
Its orgasm lasts thirty minutes.
I’d write
Into the mud with my hooves
Anxiously awaiting
The slaughter,
Just like I do now in my man’s costume.