A Pigsty of Potential

I have you in my sights now
A pigsty world of worthless sows
Life meant to disavow

The only value you have
Is to fatten me up

Must sift through the rind
So much meat, so little time
I'm coming to get mine

The potential to fill
My sixtieth stomach
No soul left untouched
By my octillion tongues

Curiosity piqued
Violation via satiation



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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