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life
Wild boar
loose in the concrete jungle
terrorizing inhabitants
with blue-steel tusks
killing things it does not eat
unlike the wild dawgs
who kill to live then reap
their just rewards
Boar kill for sport
with no consequence
in afterthought
still they wonder
why dawgs call them
f*ckin pigs!
-HymnAgen
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MellanatedAngel says: I like this |
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2b2b2 says: Well Played....ONE |
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hymnagen says: Thanx 4 the reads! |
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DallasCowgirl says: HymnAgen, that wordplay was ridiculous. I want to share this. |
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hymnagen says: You are much too kind, and always welcome to share. Respect |
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debbieownsthis says: I call police officers pigs too! well the ones that deserve it! well written of course as always! you are a phenomenal writer indeed! |
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hymnagen says: ^^Indeed, those who deserve it. I am appreciative of your words. Thanx! |
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