Pig in Shit

I hear you complain of how you’re rotting in your shit,

but when I give you answers, you are having none of it.

Oh what will make you happy, or will your day ever come?

Until you get it sorted, you wish I could lend you some.

Take a swig of happy juice, or badger it from me,

drain me of contentment, till I am unhappy.

The energy you stole from me, should do you for a while.

When it runs out, stay away, because I think you’re vile.

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