Phlegm: production of the pig-mechanism

The bricks are laid

The windows propped

The gas is filled up to the lip

And the city rides its pointless rein

Production of the Pig

Endless uselessness

The city dwells unhealthily

Obece a rotting fruit

Dying on the lawn

In its mother's shadow

The city falls

Dry as death

Dry is vacancy

Past a window

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