> go on...go on... now
>They pushed a little dirt with a plow.
>Tomorrow they'll find what you find now.
>There's always a hog but rarely a sow
>on the pigshit and dirt they sift past their plow.
> >It's a row ... they hoe....
>a row they didn't know
>they'd hoe next to the row
>by the row that they'd hoe
>next to the row they know you hoe.
>
>They knew...yes they....the hue
>of the row was blue like the blood
>that flooded the floor
>of Hugh's huge hood and Cadillac door.
>Now, Hugh's just a pig and his sow is a whore

>....and she whines....and whines
> that Hugh should have stopped
> on a dime at the "vacancy" sign
> where was dropped....the "no"
> that goes by the motelled door rows
> all numbered like pigs for slaughter and clothes
> and the grocery store shelves
> with well-lighted rows of ground up Hugh-guts
>that'll pickle one's nose.
>
>
>In her past she toasted
>Hugh's well thought-out dreams
>with conditions she listed
>on parchment, it seems
>it's crackled and crumbled
>it's torn and it's broke
>and Hugh's just a fumbled old pigskin
> poor bloke.....