Boar’s Is Not So Good With Words
Poem’s Sound Like Spoiled Curds
Much Better At Lifting Truck
Not Some Wordly Monkey Fuck
But Listen Well Open You’r Ear
Your Discus World Will Not End Here
Boar Has Seen It In The Fire
Life Lyes Beyond This Goopy Mire
Skies Look Dark And Things’ Are Grim
But Horace Asks You Listen Him
Keep Chin High And Sadness Low
Boar Walk’s With You To Were You Go
Tapir Blesses You With The Shape
Your Even Help’d By Fucking Ape
Time Is Orbed It Is Shaped Round
More Good Times Are Soon Abound