Overheard at the Meat Market

“It makes my chitlins stir, we’re such an eyeful,
Like pigs packed tight in methane-clouded sty full.”

“Don’t give me all that tripe; No need to wallow.
Our flesh will soon give pleasure with a swallow.”

WordPress daily writing prompt (highlighted above).

 

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Author: Rhyme In Time

I write for a living. For no kind of living whatsoever, I also write poetry and study the Korean language. And I help raise a cat with my wife.

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