The three little pigs scavenge through my trash cans.
Bite marks through the dark plastic bags. I imagine that it has not been easy. Homes wrecked and such.
Hey, the swines had fame, lived high off the hog until royalties ran out. The tale got old. Brick house, now crack house.
The wolf drops them off picks them up drives a clunker.
Yea, the same wolf with the once-upon-a-time powerful pipes. Not anymore. He’s got the big “C” Smokes and Miller Lites. did a stint of time, some mandated counseling now wants to make things right.
I wonder what’s his cut.
He used to be somebody.
Scarecrow's Regrets
Eventually, the witch won Oz over run Monkeys manhandled the masses Winkies whacked what was left
Wizard waterboarded Lion, a rug in lodge Tin Man trashed at recycle center The girl gone, little dog too.
Look at me now on death row a choice of fire or crow