Dirty Pigs:
I feel the pigs watch me as I pass through the field
They’re hungry and want me to bring them something
They’ll eat anything
Dirty pigs
Every step I take, I hear squeals from their pen
The group of pigs begin to squeal louder as I walk away
They know that I’ll eventually give into their cries
Dirty pigs
I stop and turn around
When I look toward the pigs
I only see dirty men
With malicious smiles
Spread across their faces.
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Author:
kaca6996 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An analogy of the world through a womens eyes
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I can see what you mean, but I don't think the pigs are dirty in themselves. They like a roll in the mud, but they are not filthy creatures.
I'm with orchi here - pigs are highly intelligent but not given (as so many other animals) a fair go.
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