Happier Than A Pig In A Less Than Ideal Situation
a poem
Dump it all in the trough
It might be trash
But it’s good trash
My trash
Scraps
From the finest buffets in Vegas
Fill up your plates
Discard
High quality waste
I’m rolling around
In the muck and the mud
Forcing contented grunts
And wagging my pink curly tail
In feigned ignorance
Knowing one day
I’ll be turned into chops
And sweet crispy bacon
After a CO2 kiss
And a stainless steel whacking
Until then
I’ll tear up forest floors
Sniff out your truffles
Though I’ve never liked fungi
Or shrooms
But any work
Is good work
And pigs like me
Don’t get to choose
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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