The
Train and The Deviant Allegories
Tired,
sticky bodies. Yes bodies. Not people. This city has eaten all their humanity.
They're judgemental. Everything about you is wrong. Especially the way you
breathe. Three little piggies sitting in front of me, watching me falling.
Whose house will I blow away first piggies? My fingers are long enough to do it
with one hand. But I'm just cowardly typing and killing you on this little
pixelated page. Ohmygod! Who’s that filthy smelly piggy? Is it you in the
middle? I see you’re not even trying to hide the rest of your dinner that has
stacked in that silly plump mouth of yours. Silly piggy. Look there is a black
goose playing around. He has taken piggy’s place and he’s an arrogant stupid
goose. You’re going to be cat food goose, - says one of piggies. But goose
doesn't reply, he doesn't speak piggies’ language. Hello piggies! I got a
place! Pretending here to be one of you. What does it look like? I bet you'd be
happy to be skinned alive only to avoid seeing me sitting. Silly piggies. Even
goose has checked me out, piggies. Silly you, goose. I'm going soon, piggies.
But piggies do not understand me, they’re only underestimating me. But hey, my
autograph is on all your bums. And it’s sundown. And it’s time for me to go.
I
slap piggies’ bums and they are squeaking and hurrying towards the barn.
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