Best High On The Hog Poems
Ah, the great American food mind!
Nobody else could ever make such a find...
The American "Red Hot", or HotDog..
A national tradition...
Superb in every edition....
But my son and I,
When to the movies we went,
Had a hotdog, and money was well spent...
Why can't we make Hot Dogs like these?
If they asked, to find out,
I'd fall on my knees...
Tried every brand...but just
not quite right...
So I stewed it over, and went
on my way...
Until one fateful day...
I came across kitchen appliances
on sale...
I don't need none...wait! Did I
forget the bun?....
And somehow I found special
hot dog makers...
I'd seen them many times before,
But never in an appliance store...
Roasters, steamers, spits and lots more...
I ain't got no clue,
What most are for....
Then I remembered the movie show,
And suddenly, Eureka!, I did know!
They had those odd machines,
Automatically turning hot dogs,
on little rollers...I said, wow!
Gotta get one of them!!
Found them on line,
And I espied their great cost...
$500 bucks minimum,
of course...
What the hell, ya only live once...
So I ordered one up....
While I sipped on my cup....
It soon came,
and Amazing it was!!
Much better than I'd hoped...
but yet, still just a little something off...
I thought to myself, I gotta figure this out...
Went to the store,
Plastic pulled out...
23 types of mustard, relish and such,
Three different buns,
different in shape, size,
and touch....
And now, every brand of hot dog in the store...
Had to be twenty or more!...
It took me some time,
But when I was done,
I knew he right mustard,
I knew the right bun!...
The band came over to play that night...
I served everyone hotdogs,
It was so out of sight!!
Well it took lots'a time,
and money too...
But soon enough,
Everyone knew....
You needed Hebrew National Franks,
Though their cost was so dear...
But after these investments,
I had little to fear...
So from then on,
it was Coney Island in Queens..
I was the hot dog king...
Nothing else meant a thing!!
So if you need a real tasty dog,
Come see me here,
Where I'm high on the hog,...
And for a mere five bucks,
you can have a dog...
And say "Oh Shucks!"
8/25/17
From here to over yonder
Come hell or high water
Before, during and after the dog days of summer
Standing out like no other
Showing my true colors
No one I need to convince
I drink like a fish
Not a myth
Eversince
It's
Been hit
And miss
Holy s***
Good intent
Was always meant
So please excuse my french
Too many
Showing envy
Involved in a feeding frenzy
Going for broke
Won't
Be looked at as a joke
With my own style
Going to go the extra mile
In order to make it more worthwhile
A lot of people high on the hog
It's rather odd
Just like the concept of god
ARBEIT MACHT FREI!!!
Drain the lifeblood dry
Hard work will make you free
As the wicked swing their whips that's the song they all sing
Screaming in the ears of little lost lambs way down on dirty knees
On Perditions plantation the lord of lies sleeps a little too soundly
in his multi-million dollar mansion
Dreaming his dreams and scheming his schemes
Demons dance in his fire while deceived ones believe
That lunatic liar lives high on the hog in luxury from the blood, sweat, and tears
of innocence now iced on miles of misery
It's bad business as usual until a new day it dawns
An old slave named freedom like a song comes along
Freedom speaks life into the dying and the dead
With a force called faith...turning mice into men
One thousand beatings and breakings only make freedom stronger
Strung up in steel shackles
The wind of the whips turn that slave into a martyr
"We won't do wickedness work or pick the devils cotton!
We won't live a life that's lost to love, with hearts rancid, raw, and rotten!
We will die on our feet and never live on our knees!
These fields we'll set to fire as we watch Satan scream!"
Strikes from many matches set to birth a blazing beast
Slaves now rise with rage just like yesteryears past yeast
Hells horsemen soon arrive but their guns all fail to fire
Their throats get cut and spew their blood like rivers made of rust
Like shots into the sun they all rush the masters mansion
Lucifer quakes and quivers as God sends His holy henchmen
The devil he chokes...it's righteous revenge and the end of an evil era
Hope is now hanging from a hangmans rope
The slaves turn into freemen as they walk now through the smoke
Like lambs turned into lions
Now no sadness and no sighs
Happiness is getting higher in those fields all set to fire
Donald Trump is an old Plutocrat
Living high on the hog like a gnat
But Disney was first
To notify Hearst
That Pluto's a dog, not a rat!
Putin has a vicious guard dog
Because he lives high on the hog
He's hoping Jinping
Will do the same thing
So Biden will cringe when they blog
Do you ever feel like –
You are being driven onto jagged rocks
By an unforgiving tide,
Searching for a refuge,
Searching for somewhere safe to hide?
Feel the world is spinning much too fast
And you are barely hanging on,
Like a vinyl record spinning out of control
And you don’t like the song?
Feel like you are on a sheer cliff face
And the next hand-hold you can’t find,
The storm clouds gathering above you
And they aren’t silver lined?
Feel you are wildly out of step,
With the decision makers at large,
That you cannot make yourself heard,
Cannot influence those, seemingly, ‘in charge’?
Feel you are whispering into the wind
While others bellow into megaphones,
While the privileged feast high-on-the-hog
And throw you the picked-clean bones?
If you feel your warnings can’t break through,
Just be mindful to protect your mental state,
Your views will eventually gain support,
Just hope this happens –
Before it’s much too late…
Today -
They are enjoying whilst living high on the hog
in the rain of black money, silvers and gold coins.
Oh! Poor souls, don't you all know that
after death -
the rain of black money will
convert into the rain of fire.
Moral - Be honest in Christ.
- Augustus Black
Date - 7th June 2016
(This is a fictional poem)
You are a jerk and you have a lot of nerve.
You got food poisoning which is what you deserved.
You stole twenty eggs out of my hen house.
You did it because you are a cheap louse.
The eggs turned out to be rotten and you regretted eating that food.
When you had your stomach pumped, you sued.
That damn judge awarded you a quarter of a million dollars.
He found me in contempt of court when I cussed and hollered.
I had to sell my farm and give you the money.
When I get my hands on that judge, he won't think it's so funny.
You're wearing great clothes because Armoni is your tailor.
You're living high on the hog while I'm living in an old abandoned trailer.
The writer’s prose like fluid flowed
Across half-a-thousand gilded pages,
With flowered images and profound lines
The was last throughout the ages.
But the follow-up, it got two stars
And critics dog-piled the hate.
Sometimes we shine with sheen of gold,
Other times we’re naught by clay.
The little boy bounded down the hall
And found his father working there,
Struggling with a broken socket,
But the boy was quite unaware.
When he spoke his father snapped,
In tears the child ran away,
No perfect parents, despite hearts of gold
Sometimes we’re naught but clay.
The husband’s wife was his whole world,
His hope, his passion, his fire,
But overtime blunted his mind to the fact
That their anniversary had transpired.
His angel faced him, her beauty marred
By an angry mask of spousal rage,
He’d put on her fingers endless gold,
But that night he was naught but clay.
The politician rode high on the hog,
When he crushed a tough election.
People cried that it changed everything,
We were off in a new direction.
But as always gravity settled on in,
And legislatures are hard to sway,
Some days his words turned all to gold,
But on others they were naught but clay.
The perfect game the pitcher threw,
Was a masterpiece that all would know.
No matter who stepped to the plate,
They were a step behind his throw.
But the very next game he gave up runs,
Eight runs two innings into the game,
Last weeks his pitches had been solid gold,
This week they were naught but clay.
For two years the clerk nailed the data,
Breaking standards with practiced ease,
He’d earned a promotion and more cash,
It was one of his proudest feats.
But then he lost two clients quick,
And soon had no source of pay,
Sometimes we shine with the sheen of gold,
Other times we’re naught but clay.
…But even clay is made beautiful,
in the hands of a Master.
I’ve gotten so far ahead in this world
By taking the easy way out and slinging drugs.
I don’t take care of my little boy and girl
Because, deep down inside, I’m just an average thug.
I drive around in a car that’s better than most,
And flash my gang signs to anyone that will look.
I have no morals and, in this life, I just want to coast.
It’s so much easier than real work to be a crook.
I see the humor in living high on the hog,
While the ones that I sell to can barely survive.
I may be no different than a rabid dog,
Killing those that get in my way so that I can thrive.
I see people working so hard to try to get ahead,
But they just get weighed down by the stress of it all.
Any given day, I could become one of the dead,
So, I’d rather live on top than be the one that falls.
Is it my destiny to live this kind of life?
I’ll either end up in prison or dead…or maybe both.
Do I really want a family and a loving wife?
Is it possible to change and take another oath?
Will karma come for me when I least expect it?
Is there any justice in this world at all?
I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@.
When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.
Work Harder
Work harder
and pull those boot straps.
You’ll have the dream, they say
you’ll get fatter.
But, not today,
today you’ll tighten your belts.
You and your kids will wait
for a future time to play.
Work yourself to death
and we will take a third.
A little more here.
A little more there.
Work harder,
get 2 or 3 jobs, partner,
and we will take a third there too.
It’s all being done for you.
We’ll live high on the hog,
while you barely scrape by.
We’ll force you to obey the law,
while we get away with it all.
I had more money than I knew what to do with,
So I spent my nights completely doped up on drugs.
The theory that rich people are lazy is a myth.
I worked for my money, unlike the average thug.
I used to be a nice guy, with a daughter and wife,
But due to my horrible habit, I lost them one day.
I was supposed to protect them for the rest of my life,
But I forgot my priorities somewhere along the way.
I had a big house and a nice car, better than most.
It’s hard to believe, but somehow I lost it all.
Because I was rich, I thought, through life, I could just coast.
I never expected to be the one who would fall.
I was living high on the hog until I gave in.
I met some young punk who didn’t care about his kids.
It never occurred to me that doing drugs was a sin.
He convinced me to give up my morals, as he did.
I became greedy and lost all of my wealth.
I told the young punk to leave me alone, I couldn’t pay.
I was so weak and I was in such poor health
That I just sat there while he killed my family one day.
Is it my destiny to live this kind of life?
I’ll either end up in poverty or dead…or maybe both.
Do I really miss my daughter and my loving wife,
Or is it possible I never meant my wedding-day oath?
Will karma come for me when I least expect it?
Is there any justice in this world at all?
I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@.
When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.w
S yrup covered biscuit
W ith fresh sausage
E verytime I heard daddy say,
"E ating high on the hog"
T o eat that rich again______sooo sweet!!!
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Contest: Sweet
July 11, 2012 date of writing
July 12, 2012 date of posting
I live in this house next to the crick
that I built up on some stilts
and my hounds sleep up under it
When it gets so hot you wilts
Yeah they sleep all day under the porch
And we hunt coons at night by a cattail torch
And we really love our life
When the spring rains followed the snow melt
that fell really heavy up north
I load the boys into the boat
And we all sallies forth
To hunt for the hogs that too are displaced
with water all around
I guarantee If one they see
Them dogs will start to sound
We always manage to get one or two
As I shoot from the stern of the boat
and you ain't tasted nothin finer
than the newly weaned flesh of a shoat
We really love our life,We really love our life
At the house we arrive and all thats alive I sweep
off of the porch thats come seaking higher ground
I bust out a jug and cut me a rug
With no-one to watch but my hounds
We eat high on the hog till we're stuffed like ticks
Really love our house in the sticks
Yeah we really love our life ,we really love it
Don't we boys ?
Non stop baying!!!!!!!!!!