Everyone had flowers they had purchased from a naked pig
He was riding around the square a second ago, said Mrs. Big
I am not sure I want to purchase from a naked pig I said.
Do not be so prissy said my jumble bumble cousin, Fred.
He likes things that are different, he likes weird and unique.
A bicycle came around the corner holding the pig I seek
The flowers were gloriously pretty, and the prices were low.
I forgot the pig was naked and promptly yelled “hello!”
I feel the worms,
of the bed bugs,
of squirming
not hesitating
bursting
to get to my skin.
My death,
is his burial
and walk to
oblivion....
I can't blame
as I never found
my own heaven.
My own
conflations here
I face my guilt.
while your felt,
is my oppression
to your demons
that you can't face
So here is your haste.......
Your perversions
to someone a-sexual
and was playing
you to death.
I will face my maker
and never a faker,
You're a Satanist
and never believed,
I'm not your guinea pig
and never was here,
I won't judge your heresy,
God will face your demons...
Pig Skin
(NFL)
September 17th, 1920
Canton Ohio City
January 15th, 1967
Very first Super Bowl
Green Bay Packers (won)
Kansas City Chiefs
It’s another football season in September
Rugged pig skin
Noisy crowds
Everyone is over paid
But it’s always entertaining
Beyond greed
Who’s your favorite team?
Everyone's always being traded
Don’t forget to buy some beer
Watch the game from home
No Crowd No Chaos
Start on the 50 yard line
Everyone is on their feet
Touch down
What about those Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders
Don’t forget snacks and hot dogs
two milky way wrappers
how long have they been sitting here?
the paint has worn off the c and the v on this keyboard
wedged between keyboard and monitor is a small roll of toilet paper
I am such a pig
there is the washing machine oxygen powder
I wondered what happened to it
three notebooks and a sketch pad are propped up next to my typing fingers
three pairs of readers lollygag around here
I am such a pig
Fearing the loss of his hair, Porky Pig
went out and purchased a wig.
Now he's parading thinking he's handsome
securing his do cleverly with gum.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
P-p-p-p-Porky P-p-p-p-Pig
signed with Warner Brothers, and m-m-m-made it b-b-b-b-big
P-p-p-p-Porky's the best, for my m-m-m-m-money
b-b-b-because he's so dang f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-hilarious.
The day they proclaimed addiction to be a disease
is the day drug abuse spread like a weed
The powers that be profit from prolonged disease
not so much from personal responsibility
they legalized dope to keep people pacified and numb
then lay tax on the working man-play us for chumps
They've turned this country from a cool place to be
into a red-hot mess, the needled and syringed lining the streets.
Nancy was right when she said just say no
now they have grass and gas stations
in deep blue tongued Colorado.
Some want to categorize obesity as a disease.
the cure for this one is simply quite easy
shut your pie hole and start moving your feet.
There's way too much profit in treating "disease"
That's why cures occur so very rarely.
Once a person is cured the money pig thins
it dies in the stye with the profit margin men.
In Manipur's lush forests so bright,
Khamba and Nongban ventured with delight,
Seeking blooms to adorn with care,
An altar to Lord Thangjing, their hearts were sworn to share.
Through dense woods, Khamba's path did wind,
Wildflowers' scent and earth's damp design,
Birds sang sweet, leaves rustled free,
A waterfall's roar, a sight to see.
A towering tree, with orchids so fine,
Hanging elegantly, a divine sign,
Khamba's eyes widened, wonder did shine,
As Nongban's gaze, with envy did entwine.
With care, Khamba plucked the bloom so rare,
Petals shimmering, like Lai Haraoba's glare,
Nongban's eyes gleamed, admiration did show,
Khamba felt wonder, in nature's gentle flow.
You flew beside me, small and brave,
From west coast skies to the ocean wave.
Tucked in close, not a sound you made,
Just calm little heartbeats, never afraid.
I gave you a friend, a buddy to share,
Skipperely wheeked, and you both were a pair.
In cozy corners, you’d nuzzle tight,
Two little souls curled safe each night.
But illness came like a thief in the night,
And you, sweet Gizmo, began to lose your spark.
We trusted a hand that wasn’t so kind
He never looked close, never gave time.
He chose the needle when there was still fight,
Never tried gas, never made it right.
Didn’t give you what might’ve healed,
Just rushed the end, a fate sealed.
And I was left with a heart torn wide,
Empty space where you once lied.
No more your squeaks, your gentle stare,
Just silence and Skipperely waiting there.
But you were more than fur and paws
You were love without a single flaw.
You knew my voice, you knew my scent,
And in this world, that means so much.
So rest, my boy Gizmo, my sweet little friend,
This isn’t goodbye, love doesn’t end.
I’ll see you again, where skies are wide,
And you’ll hop to greet me, just by my side.
When pigs fly
I picture them
Pink with white wings
They are soft and cuddly
I never picture the real pigs
The black and white ones with the harsh hair
Mud and manure on their snout and hooves
I visualize them pretty, pink, round like cupids
They are not large either.
They are compact, symmetrical, Rubenesque
Are they wearing clothes?
I will have to go to sleep and let you know later.
Having counted wooly sheep
was woken from a deep delta sleep
in the middle of the night
thought I'd heard a pig snort
but no that can't be right
tho' kicked out of bed
and landing on my head
knew where I stood
for delegated to the floor
then relegated to the room next door
when in no uncertain terms she said,
'You're sawing wood, you snore!'
Not as such a silk purse,
but a sow's ear would be worse.
Not so much a pig in a poke
(jiggery-pokery),
more a poke at a pig in a joke
(piggery-jokery).
All in all,
Sy-hokery!
Walking down York Avenue,
A very urban block,
An odor had my senses piqued
And then I saw, in shock,
In front of a local restaurant
A pig turned on a spit.
With juices dripping down, it somehow
Didn’t seem to fit.
It’s not a sight I’ve ever seen,
Right out there on the street,
And though I’m sure that some would be
Excited by that meat,
To me, it registered as just
Another strange surprise,
For such anomalies are part
Of New York City’s guise.
I hope that those who feast on this,
A fresh-cooked Easter ham,
Are not as bothered by this
Street-side cookout as I am.
a young professor doing research
my grasp of truth
was quick to form
and
i began
my earnest search
for a one-horned unicorn
so
i put on a yellow slicker
and
i went out in the storm
but
the weather got much thicker
and i missed the unicorn
it was like
reaching for a rose
and finding a cutting thorn
i cried
and blew my streaming nose
and missed my unicorn
then
a cat in striped pajamas
his outfit so elegantly worn
said
look in the Bahamas
you'll find your unicorn
i no longer care a fig
and I'm no longer forlorn
because
i've seen a swimming pig
i don't need a unicorn
Porky Pig once stopped by my butcher shoppe
Pig was not looking for any old slop
He searched high and low
Meat tasted like crow
'Please, Elmer, one pound of strings from your mop’
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Would you like to smoke a favorite cig?
Cancer chances are amazingly big
He is being tempted by his cousin Quig
How about alcohol? Please take a swig.
Come here, persnickety pig, don’t be a prig.
Person who added this was his cousin Zig
For this cousin PP did not give a fig.
Zig thought this was funny, he danced a jig
Loud snapping noises, he had stepped on a twig
Persnickety pig, persnickety pig
Where is your mud? I have a need to dig.
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