#hogs - Hello Poetry

Length and lean Tall and mean Muscle and tone Sigh and moan Taught and clean Bitter and gleam Crush and bite Timber and might Holy and wrought Rough and cough Steady and calm Dirt and charm Man and soot Man and foot Farm and barn Heat and brawn Sleep and eat Never obey Stormy way Hidden meat

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Aug 17, 2025

Aug 17, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC

breeaudrey

A Savage Man

Length and lean Tall and mean Muscle and tone Sigh and moan Taught and clean Bitter and gleam Crush and bite Timber and might Holy and wrought Rough and cough Steady and calm Dirt and charm Man and soot Man and foot Farm and barn Heat and brawn Sleep and eat Never obey Stormy way Hidden meat

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"A Country Sunset" Dogs bound along the road. Hogs squeal their hunger. A toad Flees to safety from tabby's chase. Trees sway in the wind. Sol's face Slowly hides behind the corn Sleepily, till dawn reborn.

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Apr 3, 2021

Apr 3, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC

mark-wanless

"A Country Sunset"

"A Country Sunset" Dogs bound along the road. Hogs squeal their hunger. A toad Flees to safety from tabby's chase. Trees sway in the wind. Sol's face Slowly hides behind the corn Sleepily, till dawn reborn.

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Soowee, soowee. Top of our lungs That’s how we used to call the hogs And every time they would come, Running just like well trained dogs, Because they knew it meant food Even though that food was just slop, Those pigs have nothing like taste. But nothing could make them stop. Lately I have noticed human beings Who seem to behave the same way. They gobble the media slop they hear Every day after mind-numbing day. They too seem to have no taste And smell something they really dig; Nothing any sensible creature eats But it seems to be ambrosia to a pig. Squee, squee, squee they snort And salivate, squeal and chow down On the unpalatable pap served up By the greedy media super-clowns. It’s almost like they would pass up A meal of honest, unvarnished truth To gorge themselves to a stupor On the crap they loved as a youth. I’m always surprised that these folks, This metaphoric, too human swine Don’t go out in public in pajamas Like worn by young neighbors of mine With cartoon mice and supermen Instead of the clothes of an adult. They go vote like uninformed fools. And current Congress is the result.

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

CALLING THE HOGS

Soowee, soowee. Top of our lungs That’s how we used to call the hogs And every time they would come, Running just like well trained dogs, Because they knew it meant food Even though that food was just slop, Those pigs have nothing like taste. But nothing could make them stop. Lately I have noticed human beings Who seem to behave the same way. They gobble the media slop they hear Every day after mind-numbing day. They too seem to have no taste And smell something they really dig; Nothing any sensible creature eats But it seems to be ambrosia to a pig. Squee, squee, squee they snort And salivate, squeal and chow down On the unpalatable pap served up By the greedy media super-clowns. It’s almost like they would pass up A meal of honest, unvarnished truth To gorge themselves to a stupor On the crap they loved as a youth. I’m always surprised that these folks, This metaphoric, too human swine Don’t go out in public in pajamas Like worn by young neighbors of mine With cartoon mice and supermen Instead of the clothes of an adult. They go vote like uninformed fools. And current Congress is the result.

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