Bleached stained floors stagnate in its eyes.
An eerie oink barreling at the walls,
To hung is to be more delicious.
This little piggy is less than me
A shaven beast waiting for the taking
Glistening skin under juicy meat
The pig doesn't want to die
But i want dinner
Eye and nostril sockets must face the dirt.
Family and friends sit in the eyes
Facing up to see the world.
Hanging without purpose,
Won't be anymore delicious.
He is as me.
Does not care to shave.
The meat may be juicy,
But that will go to waste
Because he wanted to die
Eye and nostril sockets must face the sun