Black as the ink
imagine,
octopus's favorite.
But before
it has a chance to dry,
water rises up
and black as tar,
My client starts to cry.
Pen is a center-fold,
All that smudge,
and believe me, its cold
words that have meaning,
gets lost when water
splashes so angry.
Words blur,
like underwater
chlorine.
Its in a way that's squealing
in a world so good & wicked
piggy little found,
and its curly little tail,
Forced to run home,
but so safe & sound
in the storms of the hail.
Arms of a garden gnome.
He’s Putin’s little piggy
that’s what the people say
Caught in Russian kompromat
the good old-fashioned way
His treachery was obvious
for all the world to see
As Putin’s evil smile confirmed
that day in Helsinki
A life of smoke and mirrors
so many he could sway
Lawyers, doctors, broke their oaths
so many chose to play
As businessman, a loser
of this there was no doubt
Until old Vlad came running-in
to help a grifter out
A bank and his accountant
handled the amounts
That ran from Putin’s pipeline
into Donald’s bank accounts
A vessel filled with anger
jealousy and hate
The ugly face of US greed
that’s never, ever sate
I have a piggy bank
That I started one
Month go
For my nephew
To go to university
The university is very expensive
I mean the fee
It will be cheaper to
Start a piggy bank
There I will have enough money
To pay for his university
Piggy Face was her name
hiding under beds was her game
she would wait until you were asleep
crawling out, she would creep
She'd rip you right out from bed
if she got you, you were dead
deadly nails and face covered by panty hose
fully covered in black with nothing to expose
Check under your bed at night
and guard yourself from this terrible fright
for Piggy Face is on the lookout
getting her name from that upraised snout.
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Betty Jean,
a teacher’s daughter~
saved copper pennies
in glazed ceramic:
a piggy bank, fat-bellied,
painted with cornflowers.
Named her Pigtail
her ceramic ears, one forward, one back,
listened for pennies~
its snout chipped clean
where Aunt Betty dropped it.
Pigtail was magical,
filled with the
clink of childhood promise
and deferred desire
against porcelain walls.
Save your pennies, Betty Jean,
her mother chimed
when the Depression struck.
Through those years
Pigtail swallowed
copper pennies
and watched wallpaper
fossilize into sepia landscapes.
Decades later,
Pigtail sits on my shelf—
a hairline crack
running through one ear,
waiting for Aunt Betty
and for the coins that
never come.
No coins inside now~
just the hollow thunk
when I lift it,
heavy with Aunt Betty’s
absence.
I think that if you asked today,
Have piggy banks become passe,
The answer, if I had to guess,
Would be a most resounding Yes!
For coins are just no longer used
And kids might even be confused
Or maybe slightly take offense
If teeth were swapped for fifty cents.
Yet in my home, four banks still sit,
Each one with varied coins in it,
Plunked one by one into the slot
Which, back in childhood, meant a lot.
Today I dumped them out, then stacked
The coins in piles, using tact,
So neither grandkid throws a fit
Because I made an equal split.
I chose two banks and loaded in
Half dollar coins that once had been
Their father’s long-forgotten stash,
Now hardly recognized as cash.
I have a dream to travel abroad
I tell myself, do everything to it
One day to make it happen when
If not I can make what I want
Come what may I still wish it
Is it impossible, no, I'll try
I keep on dreaming, walk, crawl
Lie in that direction far away
But I don't betray my dream well
So I got myself a piggy bank
I taped the lid of a shoe box
I put a day in every day I can
After all, on the box I wrote
"Hugh, to Maldives, here I come".
So funny the description I made
I put money in to start filling
Everyday, I'm crawling towards
My unpolished and unsure dream
Thinking of ways to put all the bills
I squeeze the box from time to time
How far it will be filled up I don't know
Looking at the window today by far
I can already imagine the plane
Landing in a hot nice country by sea
Slapping on the hot coastal sand
Sipping on a cold cocktail from where
I stand wearing this summer trunk beach
I came awaken this nostalgia realizing
I have to put again the bill to the box
To make this dream happen to reality.
My piggy bank gets fed,
At least once a week.
I do what my Momma said.
I push the coins in the top of his head.
Momma said, " You should feed your piggy every day!
So, you won't have to work and can play!"
I think she doesn't see,
What candy means to me!
No fat piggy for me.
Just a few coins to put away.
So, when I get old,
I can play all day!
Miss piglet is at it again,
her blonde wigs, here we go,
her jealousy it always shows.
Her clothes are tight,
her lashes are glued,
she loves to fight and throwing her shoes.
Her claim to fame was loving a frog,
he thought she was crazy,
and away he dodged.
She loved her bon, bons
she guzzled her liquor,
her piggy temper flowed even quicker.
Her oinks and squeals,
her high heels,
her red lips and long piggy tail.
She always blamed him,
he was always wrong,
I somehow felt sorry for that poor little frog.
"ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, and an oink or two"
Good job to you, red piggy
I'll use you for good
My plan for you is big
For this Christmas.
Sorry, I'll butcher you now
I'll have to pay my loan debt
Anyway, I'll save you then after.
This little piggy robbed the market.
This little piggy burgled homes.
This little piggy was a chicken thief.
This little piggy thought scams were fun.
Four little piggies squealed “Waaa waaa waaa” in jail, missing home.
The first little piggy went to market;
The second demurred and preferred to stay home;
The gluttonous third one
Ate all of the roast beef,
So the fourth hungry piggy got none.
Although it's not clearly stated,
His thirst must have been sated
And his bladder inflated
'cause number five urinated
All the way home.
Size 14! - Not as fat as Piggy
But neither was she Twiggy
Marilyn possessed some pronounced curves
Made men's eyeballs bulge and swerve
_____________________________________
Marilyn Monroe's dress size courtesy of an
anonymous acquaintance on the Soup.
Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless,
yessiree.
Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus,
in case the piggy's dead.
Punch'm in the snout
Poke'm in the eye
Take the piggy home
and dump'm in the sty
Ultimate diva on fire is what Miss Piggy is.
She twirls and whirls and thinks she’s a whiz.
Spreading self-confidence around the room.
Sparkly and sassy, she needs no prince or groom.
Her feathered boa is laced with silver and gold.
At a hundred and fifteen, Miss Piggy will not be old.
What can I say about her? Where do I start?
She is confidence personified, a diva with heart.
Teensy bit braggadocio, but she knows she is the best.
She flutters around the room, poking in everyone’s nest.
Expecting the party to begin because she is here at last.
Miss Piggy is all of that, a quintessential diva blast!
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