Wolf Wind

All this way the wind blows out my mouth
Whistling mad through my teeth
An outward gust from the pit of my gut
It's been whipping up inside
Along with my hunger for pigs and houses
A plump pink thing with no sense for
Reckoning
How his or her home might be my end
I can't exist with pigs for friends
They eat and eat and eat
Until there's nothing but them
Is that what it means to be happily ever after?
Pigs forever