A Collection of Poetry

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Pigs on the wing I & II (Pink Floyd)

If you didn't care
What happened to me
And I didn't care
 for you

We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally
glancing up through the rain

Wondering
which of the buggers to blame

And watching
 for pigs on the wing

You should know that I care
what happens to you,

And I know
that you cared for me too.

So I don't feel alone,
With the weight of the stone,

Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.

And any fool knows
a dog needs a home,
A shelter
 from pigs on the wing.

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