Sun-bleached swine hang by the neck,
Tears rolling down their chinny-chin-chins,
Bursting little piñatas
Sugary intestines pile miles in square feet
Of the muddied pens of fucking idiots.
Every part will be put to use -
Heads, tongues, and brains -
This little pity went to market!
This little pity had roast beef,
This little pity had none.
This little pity stayed home.
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