On my way home,
11 p.m. on the bus,
A crazy man spoke out loud,
"A bunch of pigs, that's what we are.
Men we may look like, yet pigs we actually are."
People were shocked
And stared at the man silently.
Finally someone was able to tell the truth,
" Well, they can't be so miserable, can they?"
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