A Proper Chavanist Pig Poem by Sibi Sakthi

You better show me the good things
you've promised me in the past
I'm only seeing the starless skies
with my hands on the seedless earth


let's make this world a little darker
and prey on our pointless vessels
just run away from all their farces
into the peach garden to reap bruises


I have trouble, I can't wane off
yours sincerely. I am true to my
words and will send tributes of you
all over the world, to everyone's fete


That'll put strings into your heart
you'll beg me to command your body
and soul, it is more than love my dear
I'll rule you until thy grave