animal farm: chapter ix

  i     am on top of

you

you

you   and

you

fall in line, you filthy pig!

*the pig turns his head in slow mo*

if only
this was
the last chapter.

*trumpet call*

malice in wonderland

have faith in your warm being

and it shall e x p l o d e into tiny splinters

on the tip of your finger
like a doe in heat

tip of the tongue

unleash the whip

work harder

it is still inked with

the ounce of blood lost

still a long, long

long way to go

before it is toasted

to satiate the palette

just about right