Tuesday, 22 November 2011

baby I like it raw

Juicy, crispy, raw, or cooked
I've always liked the way you looked
pockets of fat in all the right places
I would buy bundles, boxes, flats, and cases
Id like to think you were fat free
but it doesn't even matter to me
smother in whip cream or nestled beside eggs
When I give you to my doggy her tail wags
Smoked Maple scents you have created
Ive even seen you simulated
So sizzle on my pork infused friends
When my heart stops, it all depends.

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