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Slum service (served on the sly)
The signs say:
He's sketchy (Singing all of his sighs
It seems my pig comrade
Has tripped
Around town
A chattering tone was stacking stones,
Building a conversation
The alley said, :Fine I'll take the time."
Stone after stone
He bellowed
Cover was blown
His mind dropped and
then he stutter stepped
The alley got restless and walked
(Needs a new place)
And while the titans move he'll slither
(Underneath the Slip-ups)
Fresh prize at his side
He was itching to
Hide from the
Same old
Flies
