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".