Fat Pig - Poem by Word Ihs
what's this fixation with being blatent?
I can't change wrong where there's no wrong.
I can't be bold when you're around.
(that's why I walk away so much)
(that's why a brick isn't thrown)
dont touch me.
Can't help it but feel unlucky,
its a struggle with friends who are intent
it's a struglle in pens filled in ink on pigs.
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