that pig you said
is a problem, in fact,
a very big problem and so when it asks to leave
you agree at once,
you are alone in your house
and for a time thinks that you do not have a headache anymore
that little pig
your pain in the ass keeps on coming back in your mind
always filling up that empty space
that you cannot take away even in that pigsty
at night you begin to think
someone shall catch that little pig and keep it
that pain in your ass shall become their
food, a tasty roasted little pig
that will always haunt your lonely mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
luv it ;) ! cant put perfume on a pig, still smellz the same huh? @ngie hart~