You're a swine and I'm saying that's an insult to the pig
  In the foul furrow that you dig
  Why don't you lay your head down
  In that unconsecrated ground
  WAS she your MOTHER?
  Or WAS she your bride
  To defile and to blister
  To gnaw at her side
  Is this the end of the world?
  Now that you've finished your life
  This RIDDLE is the work of my little pen-knife