Pig
Apparently some scientists say
That as much as 98% of our DNA
Is shared with the common swine.
So its hard to know what is the pig´s and what is mine.
Gutted and mounted on a spit,
In the best of circumstances an unfortunate fate
Publicly displayed by the highway like an installation in the Tate.
Small black eyes stare inevitably into Death´s mid-distance.
Parallel lines are scored down his diminishing back
Separating yellowing chunks of fatty fudge.
I wonder if he bears a grudge?
Yesterday he was happy enough
Tied to a rope by the road.
Then his debenture on the mortal coil matured.
In order to satisfy his funders´ needs,
Explained the young girl who normally brings him swill
It is necessary, at some point, to provide a return,
Bluntly put, the necessity of continued economic growth
Means your porky ass is toast.
Today she carries a knife.
Like so many he goes without a struggle
As the blood leaked from his throat
He did not think, "I really should have exercised my right to vote."
He also was not heard to squeal, "My God! I have been such a fool,
I should have
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