Piglets

Depths of black liquids
Whole bunch of spam
I have no other mail
I don't get any other mail
And piglets in a fence
Wait for their slaughter
Soon they all end up
On the kitchen pan
And I don't like Scrabble
It's a bit like waiting
In a line for proctologist
Seriously
And soon we gonna meet
Fire and ice
We'll create steam that
Girls will inhale