The Pigs

The Pigs            April 19, 2006 (Revised October 6, 2013)

Gas prices appear to soar to Heavenly highs
As do the rockets into her skies,
And the pigs continue rolling
As the crook'd in their sty.
I know not how we shall tarry by,
How we shall afford more.
Yet somehow, by His Grace,
We manage to reach our fill.

We bought these pigs, corpulent and obese,
We bought them, not once, but times infinity,
And tho' we manage to continue paying forward,
They whine for slop in their little pig trough.

What became of when the swine paid forth,
When all one does is feed him more slop?
We fatten them on purpose, or so I thought:
For the pork upon which we may feed,
Yet, we continue eating it rancid;
Our fuel costs soar into the stratos
Of the billowed gray clouds.
They are our prison wardens ad infinitum,
We hired and continually feed.
So long as we fatten these pigs each day,
They shall control our minds via our wallets:
The pigs shall continue to govern the animals
On two legs rather than the prerequisite four.