Jan Hauck

Rookie - 331 Points (June 1,1978)

Pigs At The Trough - Poem by Jan Hauck

Their undefinable dirt around the nose
The pigs are grunting at the trough,
Impressing each other with noise and pose,
And quite content they do not clean off
The filth, which covers filthy smiles,
Living, digging (for fun) in piles.

We feed them, pretending to hear the noise,
Respect? But only for the money,
While pigs make nothing but piggy's choice,
And outhouse flies we catch with honey,
Pigs filling their bodies, bit by bit,
In piggy manner spilling it.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

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