i check the flights, the times, the dates, the tax
i cancel meetings, rearrange the fair
that work can't wait. there's time to cut my hair.
syllable syllable incoming fax
the poor pig lives what looks like difficulty
day to day wanting food
does he know he abides in the place
we spend too much to visit
we try everything to be there
how different is it
is it guatemala or hawaii i ask you
at any price, we go, if we can earn an escape
we go to where the pig lives
on what he can find, day by day
we wish we were there. maybe when we give up
all our bank accounts
yes, the pig promises, then and only then,
you can live with me in paradise
you can actually finish your sonnets
take till noon
what is stopping you?
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