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Rumbling acid makes me
stand before a straw house
built by some stupid pig,
who refuses to open up
for me right before my stomach
releases one massive fart
to blow it down and
the fucking little pig squeals
about me ruining some house
I don't even care about preceding
going to the neighbor's
place for trying to get medicine
from him/her only to be turned
away because of my experience
with his/her brother/sister
right as I rip another lingering fart
wishing for better luck
upon standing  before the brick house
pig turns me away and
I no longer care about
them smelling my problem
because now I'm the bad guy
wanting some damn PeptoBismol
in me, but since the little pigs
couldn't spare me any
I settle for eating  them
as my ham and bacon platter
tonight sizzling flavorfully since
I am nothing more than a misunderstood
wolf.