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Pig
Protein I now look at twice
Like anyone does ‘The Nice’;
An effective copying of my neighbor:
Glad Ship that finally made it to its harbor.
Creature facing the focused knives
Of stern butchers and their wives
keen on its weekly reduction:
Spiritual weaklings to the seduction.
More fluid snobs during its fire baptism,
Its distancing from water, the magnetism.
On railroads , the first victim of even slow coaches
And often the remembered by he who poaches.
We may only in dreams conjure up a pig
That forgot to be big
Or one freely and gaily
Searching for the pearly…
Rather rudely the snout-wielding-slit-eyed
With the poorest body hygiene it doesn’t hide.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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