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Greed/ Pig With Lipstick

You ugly little pig,

You want a taste?

No. A taste won't do. 

You want to eat

every cake in the shop

Don't you?

You want to paint

your fat hooves in sugar

crumbs; you'll lick 

your lips waxy red 

You'll eat

them all because

you think you can;

Go on, shove your

snout into the cream

But don't forget to breathe.

You don't enjoy it, do you?

You just eat and eat

Like a mindless boar;

You just eat and eat 

You won't 

stop until

you're satisfied

You won't stop

until you're dead

One day you'll wake

up starved and chained

to your own company

You'll be beaten by

your love for sweets

With no one to listen

to you cry for mercy 

As they cart you off

to the slaughter house

So go on, little pig. Eat. 


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