Slops these words...
Drop from the back of pig.
It´s rotten jelly on the coast of my anger.
It´s all the tree fellers, and the posers with swagger.
The same enemy.
Subtle boycotts, thanks for nothing.
A smooth censorship, for swearing and cussing.
The illusion of freedom served up to us pigs.
In the form of slops and leftovers.
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