The Labor of Stagger Lee: Boar

pigs prey to piggishnesses. get ate from the rooter to the tooter.

I’m a hog for you baby, I can’t get enough go the wolfish crooner.

the gust buffeted porker roll in the hay or laid down

              in twig rapine. let me in, let me in.

              no drum-gut, Stagger’s stomach a tenement:

his deadeye bigger than his brick house.

Stagger Lee live by the want and die by the noose,

whose greedy void like a whorehouse

              full of empties getting full. can’t get enough!

rumored Stagger would root through pussy

to plumb a fat boy. here piggy! what Lee see he seize.

manful, ham-fisted. sorry Billy,

              your name mud and who love dirt like swine?

they get in it like a straw house. it’ll be cold out

before Lee admit his squeals weren’t howls.

he got down. he get dirty.