Has to
Even
Yet the empty words of the all will
Always cast out
As of now the real
And all of is the real
In blind caustic fake love
Fake real empowering fake meaning
All of the money
Fealing
I've been told we eat bugs when we sleep
Family can mean
Slurp up the bag while the older ones
Slip into the glory of the lord
The younger ones slurp up the towels
The older ones have whipped their toothbrushed mouths on
Banking
On me to clean
Love
It they lied to me
Laughing
Collectively
Solo
Recking everything
Expecting Them to ride the clean
Others me
To clean
You want clean
See
How
Dirty
I
Can
Make
It
For
You
While I am lifted up clean
And, dead pigs will always snort
The ground around them
And when trapped run head first
Into the fence
Looking around
assure themselves by the other trapped pigs
In the fence
Then run power first into the
Fence
I would wager the fence against
A colored vision of us
Without fence
All of it has to
And dead pigs will snort around in the
Haugs they can
Lowd noises a poem an masoned
Round capture memt to only house
Truck engine farts
More powerful then you car
Dead pigs snorting around
I breath
You breath
The ground around them
Breath out
Out
And see the burt orange sky behind the dark trees
As the sun sets
Time we have for them to difine
Grunting into the earth fenced
See how dirty they can make it
For you to clean or join
Dirty
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