Oinking Pigs At The All-You-Can-Eat Buffet Poem by Chuy Amante
Oinking Pigs At The All-You-Can-Eat Buffet
Last I heard
there was a herd
plowing thru the HomeBuffet
piling high
what would make them die
day after day after day
In spite of your beast
you're here to feast
above and beyond what is right.
have you no morals?
you live in corrals?
you eat more than you pay for
each night
(my little rant to those
you don't want their favorite
restaurant to make money-
in your language: ~Oinkoink~)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 3:55:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In spite of your beast you're here to feast...very right in light to reflect in this amazing poem shared here. Wisely penned.10