If Pigs Could Fly

If pigs could fly the world would lie,
And call it cancer.
When pigeons die they bring the flies,
With lack of candor.
Wild geese do often chase
to find an answer.
Governments look, some notice took,
Of foreign slander.
But when they learn the ugly bird,
has a disorder,
The flu has got into your head,
Across the border.
And in the end the last guy left
Knows a black panther.
What the hell is this I speek?
What is this banter?
Simply put, I wrote a book,
Of all my anger.
On the move, with tongue and groove
I’m held together.
And when pigs fly horses will die,
And rot forever…