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 pigīs 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 Deathīs 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 fundersī 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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