#pig
Little pig small and
Pink on the muddy ground
Snout so sweet
Muddy feet
Little pig
Oink oink so loud
In the cloud and a
Happy pig
Doing a funky jig.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
I am Pig pink as can be
I am a pig look at me
I am a pig small and fat
i am a pig home at last
I live at a farm
with my friend the cow
i am pig not very tall
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
Little pig in a sty
Who wanted to fly
But he always did cry
And he flapped
His fluffy ears
Ignoring all jeers and
Little pig landed
Under the sticky pie.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC
A little guinea pig
So sweet and cute
With tiny nose and
Whiskers twitching fast
Oh little guinea pig
Who loved to just squeak
And to bawl he'd munch
On some hay having
Fun all day with his fluffy
And cuddly round ball.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
when i get to heaven
i'm living with the pigs
my home in the sty
while my soul is in the sky
i'd rather squeal in the pen
than sit with the bigwigs
and though my neighbors snort and cry
i'm fine to writhe and eventually fry
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 9:58 PM UTC
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
That means I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, so don't ask me questions
You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Unless it is what you wanted me to tell you.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
The wild boars of Haifa, best news I heard today.
Cute pigs in Haifa,
where bacon is known
as too delicious to eat.
Built on the side of Mt. Carmel,
a secret garden with a magical side,
{In that neotenic frame of mind that allows cute pigs.}
Pigs can swim. Legion told me
NY Times, digest, chewitchewit
The wild boars of Haifa, best news I heard today.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
Music is a spiritual tongue,
Find someone to talk to,
Bless us with the revelation,
The sound is huge.
Flying fish fill the sonic space,
A classic romance,
Through and through,
You're beautiful,
You're handsome,
And you're a cad.
Creation has a place for everything,
Life's lesson is surrender, so let it go,
Go with the flow,
Like it as it is,
Push past the fear.
Here we go,
Here we go,
Here we go.
Here we go,
Here we go,
Here we go.
BOOM!
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 10:13 PM UTC
besides memories
a piece of meat is all I have left
from our last pig
it is in the freezer
it is the right hind leg
last summer during the solar flare
there was a blackout
that lasted for two days
one by one
the fowl, the ducks and the plums thawed
and I threw them away
but the big pork leg
remained frozen
whenever a solar flare is announced
I put it in the cooler bag
and take it with me on trips
the hardest is when I bring it home
I do not know why
from one trip to another
I can barely fit it in the drawer
so I cut another slice
not much
just so I do not forget
how I called its name
and it ran up the hill to me
grunting happily
how it chased mother around the yard
when she beat me up
and as a reward
I gave it the best apples
those for the apple pies
but most of all
how I held its hind leg
when they slaughtered it
and it did not struggle for a minute
until I let it go
seeing each other
crying
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
Through the drawn kitchen blind lurks a hand
Resting upon the island mantelpiece
Where a deserted ham resides.
The hand extends from the crippled man’s gaze
And he simply seizes the ham, traversing the kitchen maze.
He takes the ham to the second stair.
Here is where he retires - the second stair
Is where the deserted ham and crippled man shall expire.
Where man becomes ham but retains his crippling attire, and
Ham becomes man staying lost and yet still desired.
Heaven would be naive to willingly believe that this,
This strange analogy, is indeed about a ham and a mere man.
Rather, a man is nothing but a mere ham.
His life begins as someone else, perhaps a pink perfumed piglet.
Born into mud and stuffed to the brim with dirt laced love.
A ham, like man, comes from a humble and simple dawn but is
Swiftly thrown into a larger lie or a shortcrust pie.
A lie of paradise and quiet, a pie of mustard and thyme.
We, like the ham, are ripped from our genesis
And forced to be something sublime.
Something needed,
And something that never gets the time to bleed.
Man is to be consumed just like the solemn ham.
We are sold as ideas and ideals. And never separated
From those very same stale ideals and ideas.
We are what we conceive and we conceive what others
Wish us to be; never do we truly conceive our own reality.
And often we will wait aimlessly, not at the kitchen side,
But by the side of our lovers and others.
The resting ham sits in its juices, taking in the rosemary
And amber, sticky honey.
Man also sits in an array of flavour; tastes of dark thoughts,
Fleeting romance and persistent boredom.
We soak up our own shortcomings and we leak out all and any
Chances to not be eaten.
Man is devoured not by others but by reason.
The very tool we use to debate, learn and
Understand the ever changing seasons.
But what of the ham? The deserted tasty ham.
Well, it like man, is either shovelled into a waiting gut or
Left out to rot, and befriend dust.
Never to decide when they cease, but both
Are destined for the grave nonetheless.
What has left the man crippled and the ham deserted?
The realisation that man and ham are the same.
Man leaves the ham to rot
On the kitchen counter top, sending it to be removed
From the world. Never to be consumed. Never to be consumed.
Man’s neglect of the ham is a neglect of connection,
Man has crippled himself in hopes to remove association.
And so, the crippled man
Extends his hand in hopes
To regain the deserted ham.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
Pigs carry giant whips
and shoot bullets
and spray their spit
at bats.
Bats fly and bump into rats.
Rats claim they are cousins
yet eat some bats and
become poisonous in their speech.
Bats cry out that everyone can have
a slice of the freedom cake
take one piece each.
Rats are hungry
because there's a hole in their tummy
so they tell the pigs to steal the whole cake.
Bats bat their eyelids to the darkness
realizing their alliance
was fake.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
Taffeta watches the pigs atop the tables
Glass eyes and stitches where they're enabled
Guts pumping crimson liquid
Sewing 'em up, she's addicted
Family and friends recommend she withdraw
She responded with a twinkle in her eye and a dropped jaw
Scissors and string, that's all she'll need
Besides a corpse, of course, and a bit of stuffing
Lilac eyes affixed on a tattered pillow
Enjoying watching a weeping Willow
Her poor Porky pet has met his end
But everyone knows you can depend
Before your sweet pet starts to smell
On Taffeta's Taxidermy to stuff 'em well
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
I'M A FULL TIME *****
A ******* *****
A WORTHLESS PIG WITH NOTHING IN STORE.
NO SURPRISES,
NO LIFE,
NO MORE.
I HAVE NOTHING.
I AM A FULL TIME NOTHINGLESS *****
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
What
A
Waste
They say looking down their noses.
She used to be so skinny.
Pretty even, all those moons ago.
See
Her
Now
Fat, lonely, and ashamed of herself.
Her humanity disappearing with every bite.
No one could love her... not a pig like her.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
A pig in the grass
Sounds at scratching and bratching,
Scratching and bratching are sounds
Of the world at its last.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC
02:20 a.m.
To the Glutton ; Dance
Fleshing for your Gazing Heed
The Mating Glances
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
for all my preparation
this project begins to slip away
what if my great fantasy
hinges on a banal happiness?
the ink of ballpoint pen
takes me as far as sorrow's edges
i confess best to myself
wetness skin to skin, with sweat's sweet and
sour accompaniment is as close to happiness
as i can steer this sinking ship
as of late there's nothing left
of the sweat to cleanse my dead palate
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
I just watched a mini-documentary
on pig factory farming using
extreme confinement of individual pigs
in ‘gestation crates’:
I saw each poor pig
trapped within metal box-grates
which pressed against their flesh
stopping the pig from turning around
stopping the pig from walking around,
each pig suffers their whole life
standing in one direction
or slumped down on the ***** floor.
I saw pigs with open wounds, pressure sores, infections,
bleeding gums from biting the metal bars.
I saw pigs screaming in distress
Or suffering slumped down depressed.
I saw trapped pigs going mad
banging on the metal grates
distressedly trying to break free
and failing and slumping down depressed.
I ask myself
is there a humane way
to farm animals?
Such as free-range farming?
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
Never felt so good,
Till I made it to third,
Had a great time,
Because you were mine.
Thought we were in love,
Because you were a dove,
And I was a glove,
But you took me off,
And threw me in the pig trough.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
To the tune of Five For Fighting's "100 Years to Live"
From "Frogs For Fighting"
Kermit Sings:
I'm just a simple green Muppet,
Good old friends with Scooter and Fuzzy,
And I'm small and skinny,
A quiet frog that's on the roam.
Animal's clearing out the whole fridge,
There's a Muppet chef inside the kitchen,
Making gibberish sounds,
Boiling a goose or baking rolls.
Piggy I'm alright with you,
No other Muppet pig will do,
MRS. PIGGY-there's never a wish better than this,
When you've got a hundred Muppet Tears TO GIVE...
I'm searching stars at the moment,
Still the frog-I'm just in love with a pig,
Dream of a connection,
A constellation for a sign,
Count goes "AH AH AH" when counting,
Cookie Monster's nomming on the cookies,
Snuffleupagus sounds like he just might have a cold...
But Piggy I'm alright with you,
You've got much might-no one can kick **** quite like you...
But piggy I'm OK with you,
MRS. PIGGY-there's never a wish better than this,
When you've got a hundred Muppet Tears TO GIVE...
Through a small Muppet's eyes
Can tell you no lies,
Bunson's Lab-a surprise,
Madness, havoc explode,
Beaker's running to hide,
We're moving on...
I'm feeling light at the moment,
Small as can be-the sky-all I view,
And I'm just reeling,
High up in the clouds-a message in blue,
...Mrs. Piggy I'm alright with you,
You're black belt in Karate and Kung Fu,
Super Grover's on his way,
Every Muppet has their dog day...
Wooohooo-oohoohoo
Wooohooo-oohoohoo
Wooohooo-oohoohoo-oohoohoo
Piggy I'm alright with you,
There's no other Muppet pig like you,
MRS. PIGGY, there's never a wish-better than this...
When you've got a hundred Muppet Tears TO GIVE...
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
Just keep livin in this feelin
Never am I beleivin
That **** thats written
Questin for questionin
Im losin
No reasonin
No serotonin
Jane, dope burnin got me floatin
Lucy dances turnin got me smilin
Druggy desperate runnin got me huffin
Huff and puff an puff, pass
One piggy in a house oh straw smokin grass
Nother piggys house of glass
Last piggys house of cards but, alas
Little piggys grow big and pass
One pig in the straw smoked over ash
Nother pig served with a glass
Last pig out of cards, alas
Last pig out of the farm
Free hog free from the harm
Hunted down with a firearm
Pow Pow hogs need not roam
No escapin the farm
Just dyin in a drugged calm
Or dyin strugglin in dirt, ****
So just chill and spread *****
New meat for the grinders
Fresh meat for the diners
Pigs aint **** but some dinners
For pigs with gold incisors
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC