Pigs Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pigs



Pigs do not always 'oink'.
To have it heard to easily identify them.
Or do they 'always' wallow away in squalor,
To squeal gleefully in sties where swine reside...
Enjoying the filth and the slinging of mud.

In fact...
I have seen some dressed to impress.
Wallowing away in squalor.
And squealing amongst themselves,
While enjoying mud to sling gleefully.

Thursday, October 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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