Getting our own back, bacon

Don’t ever dare to believe you care
We pigs don’t sweat no glands you see
In forests wild ever been a child
A pool a lake a river where
On glossy nights we know our rights
Submerged we be and commonly
Wash and bathe and shower for we
Know the watering fallacy

First and last such ignorance
Our moonlit dips create for us
Alkalinity far beyond the swill you offer
Urgently
Abuse the boar acidify the torrid promise
That you will
Hose us down then go to town on
Telling us you are going to kill

Vile impregnated human waste
All these years our legs and spare
Our toxic belly in your gut
The pox inside your heads
We dare
Say to you perhaps you think
You rule the world but what a stink
You cause each excremental fire
Will see you off that’s our desire

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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