All Pigs

Allow me to allow you to allow me
To stuff your head into a bag
Into the bitter dark
With nasty teeth and tongues

Smells of piss and rust
Until your vocal chords snap
Screaming red into a vast puddle
Where the swine wallow and lurk

Grab your gun and your knuckles
Batter that kiss to bruise
Sex with a serrated edge and repeat
Not making a canoe from you

Eggs and OJ in the mourn
Only to thrust out of the throat
Hear the pig scream and squeal
Let his chin rest on his ass

Throwing pups into sand dunes
For they are ill and worship the Queen
Rancid bitch so elegant and pretty
Upon a throne set atop broken backs

They sing to her with gagging and choking
Her sweet scent is noxious and bright
A shining sick over a slop and shit
She shoves her feet into my mouth