The
pigs possibility
The pig woke up
one day with a yellowed B.A
And, a job where
she had to fold clothes everyday.
Her hooves were aching and
Her heart was
breaking
Our pig felt
that she should be more
Than a folder in
a store
.
Sowicide
was messy
She'd fight some
more
She was a
refined porcine
Who couldn't
afford to be so poor.
The
customer asking for a baby tee
Broke her from
her reverie-
the pen
had a landlard
And bills always
came due
The pig decided
she'd have to call Lou.
Lou had used his
degree properly
And now
owned
his own temp
agency
Damn, she thought I don’t want to
fold clothes or type
I deserve to be
on a throne
But the throne
wasn’t forthcoming
So she picked up
the phone
"Hey, Lou
whats up.I need a job real bad."
"I’ll be
at the pond ," said Lou
You see, Lou was
a frog.
and conducted
business from a lily pad.
Lou
greeted her with tales of sucess, and other assorted hype
He never once
uttered Ribbit Ribbit-
That, you see,
is just a stereotype.
The frog
got her a gig,
to begin the
next day
“Ah ha,” our
newly employed pig,
didn't even need
a resume.
That night, she
set out her work clothes
and pantyhose
At times
like this,
she wished she
had toes.
It seems necessary to tell the tale:
hooves
cause damage to stockings
that has
caused many a pig to wail.
Next
Morning
The alarm went
off and the pig
Pushed the
snooze button
At times like
this – she wished she was mutton
Mutton slept
late and
Never felt blue
They
actually bragged about the fact
That they were
only good for stew
But she born a
sophisticated swine
Forced to joint
his rank rat race
Ah, such dark
thoughts
were just
cutting off her snout to spite her face
Verna, her
neighbor, had earned her keep by stripping
But, our hog
couldn’t stop the salad days by undressing
Being a refined
porcine, at such times
felt like a
curse, not a blessing.
On the way, she passed the mutton’s slum
And ,she felt
sure that her time would never come.
Our valiant swine showed up on time.
And, that will
conclude this piggish rhyme.
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