big poem

this is a poem about something big
big as a pink and well-groomed pig
in a county agricultural show
combed and spritzed and ready to go
up to the roaring judges to get
a silver cup and a red rosette
for being the biggest pig in the tent
THAT’S the poem I meant

to write

not this pig shite

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