I want to hold you in my hands,
I want to give your skin a roasted feel,
I want to savor your meat with red wine,
I want to kill you so you can be my meal,
Die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die, die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, die,
I want your face adoring my tattered wall,
With your meat in my mouth,
I chew and digest, with no sense of fall,
Die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die, die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, die,
You taste so good,
You make a good food,
Daisy cooks good pork,
I’m ready with knife and fork
P.S: Keshav...this one's for ya! lol
Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
Monday, August 01, 2005
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4 comments:
I cudnt relate to this aspect of urs..nevertheless..this one's radical!
@ child woman
:)
i really appreciate ppl who can write poems on weird topics n also in such a hilarious fashion, wish i cud think beyond mush.
funny,piggy one :))
as long as its the coorgie style pandhi its fine :))
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