Louis E. Bourgeois


Of Straw and Brick

I am the pig whose house was made of straw.
My other brother died last week in a logging accident.
My fat-ass brother with the big red house
Is still oppressing the villagers.

I spend most of my time trying to see the sun,
And figuring out what went wrong.

I only want a few things out of life:
A good fuck, a fat joint, and a place to rest my head.
The wolf changed all of that, but I’ve been thinking

I might find him and turn him against my brother.
Perhaps we could have a drink together
And figure out a plan.

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