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Hot Pig (Free verse) by kingit
Shame slides off the back of my planet Satan runs
around in a little white dress with dirty toes
where shorn hooves once gathered Muck- he dirties the vestibule
floor waiting for trick OR candy I know he prefers meat---
AND... tricks even more... a requested refreshment imbibed
the little white-dressed one runs off into the night.., now
pain runs up the front of my world seeping into all my scars
with single-cell memory oh the lambasting I took
that Halloween.
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