Billy Little

2. Smooze

was it the shmoos
who lived
to be our dinner
wanted only our happiness
pigs without legs
did they roll?
did they bounce?
or did we carry them?
did they procreate
at the dwop of a donut
didn't they reproduce
we couldn't eat them all
if we ate all day
and all night

twenty moth wing engine
generating icons
don't worryyour meat loves you
meat at first sight
tasty raw bloody drippin
goosin your juice
mature nother

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