Swine

You're a swine

And I'm saying that's an insult to the pig

In the foul furrow that you dig

Why don't you lay your head down

In that unconsecrated ground?Well, was she your mother

Or was she your bride?

To defile and to blister

To gnaw at her side

Is this the end of the world?

Now that you've finished your life

This riddle is the work of my little pen-knife

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