The eating and roaring pigs ( satire) – K.B

It was in a tavern, in the aftermath of New year’s Eve….it remains a satire that crossed my mind at 6 in the morning.

 

 

 

The eating and roaring pigs

 

 

 

Pink is the color.
The hair around
The neck
Makes you think
Of some hot shot.
It’s just the fur of
The coat.
The pigs nose
Is exhaling
Some sentiment.
The shiny bracelet
Drives you mad
With success.
The shiny watch
Too.
My body is a castle,
It is unviolated.
All is external.
The bench
Shakes
With fists
Pounding
In a tavern.
There ain’t
No love,
Just consumerism.
In the absolute.
My bed is waiting.
What a shag.

Will I be strong
And wise enough
To fight what I
Fled ?

This heavy
Distraction
That drives
One mad
After it falls

This unforgiving
Machinery
Replaced
By a rigor
Without
Consequence
Hence the high
Stakes of failing
To inspire?
The expiration
Date is near,
The first busses
Are rolling.
Soon the city
Will wake up
From its drowsy
Sleep.

The expiration
Date is near,
Dialogue
Is no
Monologue.

Barriers
Are high.
I’m flying
Low
Out of danger.

The invisible
Man.

Will I be
Wise and strong
Enough ?

I fled.

On one side
A well regulated
Life ;

In between ,
A desert.

I’m in the desert.

Now I’m talking.

In two hours
I will cry for
Salvation ,

Shaking hands,
Feeling the distress
Of a lonely
Night

In each sweaty
Palm.

 

 

K.B.
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