at the end of my day, i ask myself what do i get? <br />a plaque at the bottom of my teeth that is irritating to my gums? <br /> <br />are they going to give me a promotion to the nth rank <br />so that i can be well respected even by those goats and <br />skunks and slinks and slugs and mugs? <br /> <br />are they making a crown for me <br /> a scepter in my hand, <br /> a purple robe <br />for kings with golden threads <br />of epitaphs for my grave? <br /> <br />i know what i can really get from all those circle-loving snobs. <br />those mopy dicks, and perfect pimps of power and play, <br /> <br />i get nothing but wasted time <br />and white falling hair and osteoporosis on my backbones <br />from their air of empty promises <br /> <br />for at the end, the music is nothing but theirs <br />for their own exclusive dances <br /> <br />throughout the night they are drunk <br />and horny and they go own <br />fucking their own selves <br />like pigs and dogs. <br /> <br />and i say, oh, <br /> i really love that and surely <br />i will miss you all <br /> <br />with tongue-in-my-cheek i <br />pack myself like a bag and <br />go wildly in the hills <br />where all my arms are waiting <br />to embrace me myself like <br /> i am their long lost red blooded brother <br /> turning blue and black <br /> <br />because <br />i am too stupid to work in their sty.... <br />God bless all those pigs! ! !<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-bless-all-those-pigs/
