Imperialist Pigs Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Imperialist Pigs



No one can see the snubbed noses of the Imperialist pigs,
how they march around after rolling in the mud.
They go to other pig's slop and eat it all up
leaving them to starve, coldhearted.
They love to kick mud in the eyes of other pigs
making them blind to what they are really doing.
They're just a bunch of school yard bullies
dictating too much policy with pig mud for brains.
Just take a whiff of these heartless bastards and
you will smell the smell of their own feces.
Oh, how they love the smell of their own feces.

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