"piggish" poems
i walked the boulevard
i saw a ***** child
skating on noisy wheels of joy
pathetic dress fluttering
behind her a mothermonster
with red grumbling face
cluttered in pursuit
pleasantly elephantine
while nearby the father
a thick cheerful man
with majestic bulbous lips
and forlorn piggish hands
joked to a girlish *****
with busy rhythmic mouth
and sily purple eyelids
of how she was with child
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The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
If I'd a dime for every rhyme
That popped inside my head
Wishing plague and misery
To **** what is already dead
Then perhaps some day, should I have my way
I'd bring silence to the lambs
**** it's bleating, end it's breathing
And let me rest amongst the ******
We cursed few do mock the blessed
We dance on your very grave
If only you saw perspective
You'd know there's none to save!
Time, time and time again
You promised to make change
And now my mind won't SHUT UP
It knows that I'm to blame!
I did this, I did that
I know what wicked ends
Have forged the stage of sorrows
That gave you all there was left
With piggy eyes and snuffling pride
Your wretched filth, and life
Have tempted fate, as of late
Now scream, pig, and die...
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
there's a crazzzy devil
in
the white house
twisting our nation
into a denizens den
a tub of **** in a suit
ascending ***** matter
in
a clogged toilet
a black plague
we have a president with the attention span
of sea clams
an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity
a spiraling fit of rage
a snarling delusional dog
narcissist in a warping mirror
a pathetic complainer
a cyst on the body politic
clot
open sore
seething pustule
piggish **** lover
gangsters dupe
fascist wana be
heil heil
god your a pile
making Russia great again
licking Vlad's *****
protecting your assets no doubt
and hissing tweets
at war with with only everything
and figments of a disturbed imagination
a real windmill killer
his mouth
the devils mark
a yapping compulsive lier
forked tongued fury
possessed to a fault
by the vainglories
of money and ego out of bounds
the biggest and the best
at being
the very worst and a pest
grand royalty of ridicule
*****
a ham ****** cartoon nightmare
and clumsy stumbling bore
a seething volcano of perpetual excrement
reading from the book of chaos
aberrations of enemies
a war room president
at war with his own citizens
huddled in a panic chamber
burns and cuts himself
with his own hot sharp words
as there thrown back at him
a bully getting bullied
a ripper getting ripped
the brains of a lizards eyelid
in a shadeless socket
pulp hearted orangutan
menace to society
his mottled soul
like a black sun
on the verge
of a black hole
a hell mill of decrepitude
a dark creep creeping
tarnishing our beautiful country
lights dim
America
there's a devil
in the white house
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Dropped all of those pieces of paper full of life and crumpled them simply so hastily, clasped in to my lifeless, icy hands.
The noise screeching and screaming out to be saved, to be helped but no it’s already gone
like the rotten fruit that was only half devoured a week before, yet dying a more long and profound death.
All oxygen ****** out its soulless core with nobody to witness but it’s dying self.
It lays alone so alone in the dark, darkness created by a universe or human race that does not care for the apple, for the pineapple, for the grape now gone.
Nobody cares.
Vorocious, piggish and gluttonous life. I hate thee.
I hate thee I hate thee I hate thee, just like me.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 7:01 AM UTC
Daniel?
A piggish snort. Crusted eyes crack open like the wings of a beetle. Ragged nails scrape against the red-worn desert of an adolescent jawbone. A fishlipped yawn.
Ugh. What?
What did you call that plant thing again?
Jesus, James. Waxwood. It's a reddish bark. Oozes this cloudy stuff if you crush it.
Oh. Yeah, of course. Sorry.
**Ambient silence. Raindrops fill with rotting organic sediment and fall into the leaves around the
clapboard tollbooth. A zealous fist of ivy tightens its tattered fingers across rheumatic windowpanes.**
Dan?
Mm?
Why don't you like to talk about Clifftown?
Ambient silence. Raindrops. Ivy.
I’ll tell you why I don’t like to talk about Clifftown.
Go on.
Sigh.
I was born there. Before all this happened, it was this small village where onions grew. Not many people lived there. There was... Christ. A church, a chemist, a library and a few houses. The biggest house was this tall yellow clapboard place, which was on the cliff by the sea. This kid who lived there. He wasn’t -
A thud as a gesticulating knuckle rasps against splintered pine.
*-Ow, **** - didn’t look human. His head was big and soft like a berry, and his eyes were wide and wet and creepy, and he never spoke. It was like he was empty.*
What’d you say his name was again?
Never did.
A dusty rubbing noise as the fluid is forced out of a cheekbone.
Leviticus Croker. He died when he fell from a low salt cliff into the sea or something. Can’t remember.
**** I’m sorry.
Don’t be. I hated him.
A lump of pressed asphalt sends a clouded multitude of motes spinning and passes screaming through the glass pane of the sunwards window. A chuckle.
That was a year ago. They had to blame somebody.
Oh. Right.
An eyelid raised in revelation traps a mote against the skin stretched taut across a young skull.
Right. ****
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
"One for the pain,
two to make it go away."
He says as he washes
his benzos down
with whiskey.
He doesn't want to
wake up the next day,
'cause ever since twenty-seven
life's gone downhill.
A tall Japanese woman
stands beside him,
and takes the plunge, too.
Follows it with whiskey.
Always follow with whiskey.
Her marriage is
falling apart,
and ever since twenty-seven
life's gone downhill.
He tried to leave, once,
with a ****** overdose:
"That **** ***** of
a girlfriend had
to save my life."
He tattooed DNR on
both wrists
because of that *****
He tugs on the
Japanese gal's skirt;
even looming suicide
doesn't slake his piggish lust.
She slaps his hand
and stands on the
other side of the
room, arms crossed.
"Ya know,
standing like that
makes yer ****
look bigger."
She walks into the
kitchen and drinks
more whiskey;
that bastard's the reason
for her life's steady decline.
They drive, fully hammered,
to a beach blanketed with fog.
They build, fully hammered,
a bonfire; gotta burn it all!
They sit, fully hammered,
waiting for sleep to hit;
that final slip into oblivion
with a heavy sinking lull.
He can't speak without a slur;
she can't see without a blur.
He can't stand without a wobble;
she can't stand without a topple.
His eyelids grow heavy;
his breath starts to slow.
Her breath isn't steady;
her lungs hardly grow.
Good-night, old friends.
Good-bye.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
When the stars turn fiery red; she will triumph in my dreams,
and the shaded color of gray sky turn into burgundy, which
only true fellowship will surface the sky with white clouds
and sweet serenity passes through your body like massive waves.
Vibrations be lead into your vein, pulsating smoothly and quickly
as it pumps deep to the cores of our soul and heart bearing just.
Thus, that be-ith her only action to maintain tranquility in life
for the cup of the innocents has spilled all over on Earth’s dirt.
She has be harmed and contaminated by human filth and decay
For cleansing the substance of life be unsafe for Nature to nurture
it be [man]kind’s piggish ways. Let us sink to life lowest form.
For the harm has been done and good has turn wrong.
We be the fault to our own existences for Nature’s bidding;
Mother knew us well, but we did not for it be our dark ways
clouding us of idealism for prosperity and fortune for properties.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Turn into a ravenous human,
Have a piggish demand on foods and drinks,
Go and be hungry even you are asleep,
Never be full― have an excessive eager to eat
I your master― said once that thou shalt be gluttonous,
Like a pig go and be voracious
Satisfy your hunger and cravings,
Drinking and eating what you want is never sating
For after thy life in land,
No food shalt pass in your hands,
Hunger and fire will **** you continuously,
So go and eat― before entering hell to join me
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC
With hushed mouths that brushed when they talked
They whispered like thieves stealing from the Garden of Eden.
Little did I know
He was stealing from my chest
With nimble hands that flittered delicately over quieted lungs
And eyes that acted like they'd seen tragedy.
And she only looked at me
Smug, grim, a hair-width's away from sympathy perhaps
But my stomach wasn't used to handling his sweetened breath
Throat constricting around a word
Oh! what a word!
One that brought mountains upon the heads of ogres
Upon the tusks of boars and piggish men
Wouldn't you have assumed I might as well be dead
Because you stole my heart as if it was on it's last beat
It's last wild attempt to leap from my chest
Alas, my throat was tied around love,
A simple word
That rained hell upon the heavens and
Dread upon a heavy hanging ruin
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
All in all !
••
We tell the truth so surreptitiously
--
( The omnipresent police man! )
••
Yes!
God has been replaced !
Oh yes
All in all
••
Oh yes
Man
We've been replaced
We are
Just
Drones
In the Factory
••
All in all
It's such a piggish way to live
••
But we do it
Though
None
Say why
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Brother
I will call the cops
I care not to let you continue your game
They should have named you manipulation
At that you are a king
You yourself are collateral damage
I wish you would go back to prison
You are a monster with a game board
Everyone is a piece and everyone has their roles
Everyone must comply and ignore your piggish
Tendencies
But no longer, not me
I will not continue to simply offer my shoulder to the girl
You come home to
But won't call girlfriend because you'er not ready for commitment
While you only seek the freedom of ******* every girl who throws themselves
At you
You ugly beast who puts on an act like none other
Should have joined the theater
But you have never really had a pretty face
Brother
A disgrace I wish I could displace
And send away back behind bars
So you could keep your **** to yourself and stop hurting the girl
I now call friend
You are apart of no trend
And your lies
They will not end
So leave
If you are your own man
At age 28
Act like it
Pay your own bills
Get your own job
And **** off
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC