STUCK IN THE CITY AND CONDEMNED BY THE HISTORY OF FULGINITI’S COMMITTEE

That Dear Pig
Allegorical

gap

“in your Measure”—
You called it:

Recycling

the Phrase:

“Passing Out Here”

and Propulsive (-ily)

I Figure: this belongs

to me

and rightfully Rifling

into a Terror

called that Weird

Wide Wandering

into the tightest

Slit—

As I Hail the Ghost
and Execute

the Arrival of

my Piggish

Nature—