harold babe

Rookie (hell)

Frig A Pig - Poem by harold babe

frig a pig
or a wig
or a shig
frig your maw
yer paw
yer widow cleanurr

frig everything
friggiddy frog frig
frog frag frug

frig a pig
which rolls in the mud
and if sits on you youll cry a flood
its fat
and black
yeh im racist
im a racist pig
so frig me
im a frig
frig a pig..

frig a me.

deep as a pool of my own blood.

now thats deep

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

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