I'll just sling some slop out
for the pig of my ambition
well and far beyond the point of
feeling I am on a mission
no it seems more a random walk
engaged in by a drunken crab
and bad enough the every day
the runaround, the daub and drab
paste on my imaginary
empire of almighty text
It shouldn't be a task for you
to see how it is I am vexed
and waiting for the next insult
and waiting for the axe to chop
and while I wait dear pig of mine
I'll sling another cup of slop
what
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