pigs
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I'll save you the trouble its already broken
no need for sweet nothings just leave them unspoken
no fantasy romance theyre so over rated
and dont ask for my soul its already traded
It burns.
My eyes are burning.
It hurts,
When you want to cry.
It bleeds.
My body is heavy and warm.
Crying is nice.
It's safe and
Warm.
You feel it flow and
I rare met a man with a badge and a gun,
Who deserved to wear it proudly or even at all,
How dare such a man, act with crass and make puns,
When he claims to protect and serve but laughs when you fall,
If I were a poet,
you would surely know it,
Even though this poet, will not show it,
He loves to go for it,
so here we go.
Once upon a time,
In a world so clean,
with the sky so blue,
Once upon a time the three little pigs.
The three little pigs were old enough to go to college.
When pigs can fly
They say
They say all sorts of things
They say pigs don't have wings
Impossibilities are everywhere
So imagine when they stand and stare
A pig
With wings
I'm running for my life.
I hear the whirring of the alarms,
the screams of the people.
I look for a way to run,
though all i see are mobs of
pigs, enclosing on me.
Then comes the tear gas.
put aside the crack
walk by the crack
see the plumber's crack
now it is time to see and listen
and maybe have a heart attack
because my friends
degrak is back
