Hog Away
From the fire and smoke
Came a large inflated bloke.
Out from the noise and rubble
Like the Michelin man in a bubble.
He road a hog. A thundering machine.
Away from the bombs and city disaster
He hit high gear couldn't go any faster.
It was a beautiful ride a vision to be seen.
I wondered why such damage to a ruined excess.
Why destroy a town and make such a mess.
I could see the waste, carnage and thrown away plates.
The ones with meat you know, what a vegan hates.
Angry skinny people running behind his Harley.
He was chewing on a chicken leg they were trying to digest barley.
I watched the crowd chant in hatred and pant as they chased.
I saw them stop to eat grass in haste.
I understood what caused the riots
As he sped passed me wearing a shirt
"Bikers Against Diets".
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