Swine

You are nothing but a swine.

You stole a bottle of my best wine.

It cost me $5000 and you plan to drink it while you dine.

But you'll have to gum your food after I pound you with these fists of mine.

This time you've crossed the line.

I'm going to cut off your balls and tear out your spine.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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