Mind of a Surrealist Pig.

  I am a trend setter
Of the highest fashion
With hoofs I love to chew
Lying in cool mud they taste so good
And I love them through and through.

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My nose is a final frontier
The edge of a universe
And totally belongs to me
I can balance myself erect
On its perfect hairy symmetry.

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Sleep is no problem at all
When I’m fuller than full, and still want more
I’ll lay on my back to grunt for a while
Then all night long snore.

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And in the morning dew
When I’m hit with a saintly light
I’ll go for a forage
Covered in mud so I am out of sight.

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But soon I no they will come
In big rubber welly’s, and grey leather apron
All serious and fine
Then lead me away like common swine
To a place so dark and forlorn.

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Then when I'm all wide eyed
And wanting to suckle my mum
They will slice off my nose
Like it was made of sweet chewing gum.