The Labor of Stagger Lee: Boar

pigs prey to piggishnesses. get ate from the rooter to the tooter. I’m a hog for you baby,I can’t get enough go the wolfish crooner. the gust buffeted porker roll in the hay or laid down in twig rapine. let me in, let me in. no drum-gut, Stagger’s stomach a tenement: his deadeye bigger than his brick house. Stagger Lee live by the want and die by the noose, whose greedy void like a whorehouse full of empties getting full. can’t get enough! rumored Stagger would root through pussy to plumb a fat boy. here piggy! what Lee see he seize. manful, ham-fisted. sorry Billy, your name mud and who love dirt like swine? they get in it like a straw house. it’ll be cold out before Lee admit his squeals weren’t howls. he got down. he get dirty.