Blackened teeth for bartered beer.
In swill the swine will find their own,
and drown alone with bleeding tears.
In anger, ticking, time to drowning the swine again,
and in staggered confusion.
I mistakingly invite them in to dine with revelry.
I like the pork and wine, so divine.
Wouldn't you say, quaintly so,
and a devious little
hooker friend o'mine.
Buy a dream little, on the corner.
A blackened toothy smile,
is the rainbow a grant to you.
My swine swilling com padres.
Cheers.
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