Sunday, March 10, 2013

THE SECRET SOCIETY OF PIGS AND DEAD DINOSAURS


I've had my absurd moments. Of course, this was something I wrote back when I was a messed-up teenager in the late 1980s (alas, this particular poem was never accepted for publication):

THE SECRET SOCIETY OF PIGS AND DEAD DINOSAURS

With a thunderous roar
The terrible lizard laughs.
Stomp on the tree ferns!

Here we go a wallowing
Down in the pig pits.

Brontosaurus footsteps
Precede the savage storm.
The primeval jungle trembles.

Stuff your face with slop.
Long live the belching boar!

A comet blasted the behemoth.
A dark cloud covered the sty.
The ruling reptile lost his throne.

All hail!
The overly exalted hog!

Where is Tyrannosaurus now?
Covered in miles of petrified muck.
The sow is inspired.

A pig, is a pig, is a pig,
But a pig by any other name
Is a dirty, disgusting,
Homo sapiens.

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