Frig A Pig
frig a pig
or a wig
or a shig
frig your maw
yer paw
yer widow cleanurr
frig everything
friggiddy frog frig
frog frag frug
frig a pig
which rolls in the mud
and if sits on you youll cry a flood
its fat
and black
yeh im racist
im a racist pig
so frig me
im a frig
frig a pig..
frig a me.
deep
deep as a pool of my own blood.
now thats deep
poem by Harold Babe
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