Thanksgiving of a talking pig
A short glance to the exterior of things,
A man in all incompleteness & flaw…
Here are the sores that are the flowers of my character
But lo and behold…tis a light that shines from the inside,
tis the fire that cleanses… the spirit of a God that loves me so.
And I tell you this…with all serious of manners,
A mortal like me definately diqualifies the mark,
the proverbial fool in cool thread of a husk
An excuse to illicit all your laughters,
hail hail to this embodiment of all jokes,
But a close look, now and you’d be pissed if you know…
an excuse for His grace to ruleth it in all,
down it comes now, the towers of all the natural.
