The Pig farmer poets almanac

chapter 2

the pig farmer poet's almanac

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Born from the mud

kicking and screaming

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As if I knew

As if I knew

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Endure through Strength

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ha f*****g ha

the poet son's

pig farmer's blues

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the scream and the crash

of bloodied sword

the whistling of a claymore

wind,

and the patronage

of royalty

I fight

I die

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my poems

left to rot

on the pig skin hide

and the death squeals of night

of man

of beast

permeate the midnight soaked

howl

that escapes my soul

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Son of McPigswill

strong and true

a quiver of stanzas

disrupting the low

bark and growl of the moon

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" I will die for you, my Lord,

give me s**t to wallow in,

 I am yours, I give my fealty

for some festering steaming piles of s**t,

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to smear unjust poems

of history

of disbelief

over my bones

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i will crawl through 

the guts of man

I am born from 

the mud

and from the mud

I grow

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strong and true

Son of McPigswill

The Brotherhood of Man

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I write this poem for you !

in the mud and blood

of a thousand squealing foes, "

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poetry defined in the

bellies of swine

Reviews

[barleygirl]

You have a way with wallowing in pig s**t, like no other writer I know. I don't mean this as a put-down, but rather, I admire the way you can depict the gritty aspects of life with such a smooth level vengeance, not dramatic, but impactful. You write like someone who's been there & back a hundred times. You have a very authentic way of presenting the s**t that life deals & the reader is sucked in to whatever scenario you're slopping at the moment. Yet, you don't dwell in pig s**t. You have a wide variety of different moods you can convey with similar poignant effectiveness (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

haha, thanks, Margie you do say the nicest things, , flowers thrive on s**t it seeps into their stems, and helps them open and grow and blossom lol, thanks as always for your great review Margie, take care over there, give yourself a good dowsing, lol,