I'M Just a Pig
I am a pig, and that's all I'll ever be.
Just like you're human, and that's what I strive to be.
Seriously, though, call me ungrateful, but pig food?
Do you humans know what pig food is?
It's leftovers, man. Freaking leftovers.
Yeah, of course I'm going to inhale them,
It's free food. Who says no to free food?
Oh, and have you seen my house?
It's made out of oak, and its pretty sturdy, sure, until it rots,
And where the heck are my windows? You have windows. Why don't I have windows?
And no door? Give me some privacy? Kidding, it gets freaking cold out here,
And all I have are these bundles of hay. Hey, did your granny knit you that quilt?
I mean, you put me thru all of this just to get slaughtered?
Just to call me Roast, or Bacon, like Roast and Bacon Sr. before me?
Maybe I'm just ranting. Maybe I don't have it that bad. I mean, look at the veterans.
Look at the way they eat from dumpsters, and the way they don't eat,
And then look at the way I'm eating organic waste off the plates of neighbors.
Oh, and look at the way I am now, snuggled in a corner, my head poking out
Of cozy stacks of hay,
And then look at the way Crazy Mason makes a pillow out of the curb.
Just look at the way he dies for no reason, and how he isn't remembered.
I know for sure that when Farmer Jon is scarfing me down,
He'll remember every grit that went into me.
And I'm damn sure he won't forget how good I tasted.
Copyright © Chad Obrien | Year Posted 2016
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