numbness dumbness puddninÂ’ pie
kissed the pig and made it fly
in public pens
who’s that fat man in the sty?

trading places with the herd
is it a bird or just a turd?
put him in a tiny cage
petrofood for his living wage

looks like rush or karl or rove
looking for shelter in the grove
a bullseye placed upon his brow
mow him down like any cow

look at what the bullet bring
a little package tied with string
but better watch how much you eat
there’s rotting morals in the meat

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