PIG - Peoria

I met her in Peoria250 lbs. of flabby harlot woman flesh Is wobbling around the hotel room, farting Mucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth Nah, streaming Steaming, streaming great green rivulet Her tounge makes sure no leftover chunks go astray, miss their mark Mom I mean buisness Put your finger on the button Yeah, will do Just let me finish this page I said (hog call)Sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky Tounge's feeling dry, swollen up like a pocket full of lint inclusive Know what I mean Know what I mean Know what I mean Failing that, the falling fat Crack another six pack and get on with the job at hand Many hands make light work But makes palms broth Fists flying and slipping into hole after hole after hole after heat Hey, she buys cayenneby the quart Filled up to the elbow bone, fried up to the joint Filed at the shin, skin hanging off in sheets and shards You do this shit for a living Those grimey, greasy pores exuding their slimy mixture of filth and puss In little white whorled pustules Every time she smiles that yellow, shit-eating grin That shit-eating grin Christ, she was beautiful