5 Little Piggies
Gather round. Put up your feet. Relax.
It’s been a long, hard day and you deserve a laugh.
Do you remember the five little piggies?
Come on loves; let me spew that rhyme
but you’re in for a real treat this time
because by the end, you’ll see it the way I do.
I didn’t lie, you deserve a laugh, my sentiment is true.
But I never said you’d find one here.
“This little piggy went to market.”
Advertisements buy his soul and steal his wallet.
Come on now, the billboards scream, trust our lies!
Let us cut you down so you buy up
our product will make your problem disappear.
See that cashier there?
Hand that charming smile your paycheque and your dignity.
You are an intellect with eyes open wide shut.
You’ve read so many books, but what the hell do you know about life?
Come on piggy, a few more steps to the back room.
He’s the boss, we swear, not a butcher in a business suit.
You know you would die for your products and your pay.
You forget it’s only paper,
and paper can’t buy you self-esteem.
“This little piggy stayed home.”
What’cha doin’ at home, little piggy?
Trying to sell your thoughts to the Lord Of The Loaded,
the rich Almighty King Of Wealth.
But he’s not looking to buy your spare change or your loose marbles.
Now put down your pen, because that story you’re writing
Is pure and complete fiction that reality will never realize,
so do yourself a favor and save the dream for someone who needs it.
Kiss your piglets goodnight, tell them to sleep tight, then slaughter them fast asleep.
Let them decompose in their blood and their innocence,
and lay yourself down with a good ol’ bottle of liquid lies.
120 proof, make your throat burn.
For three seconds of stale, deaf air
for the world to stop
for one moment in time to forget time
what would you do?
Write me a story, piggy.
You forget it’s only a thought, And since we all think, you’ll never be unique.
“This little piggy had roast beef.”
I bet it was good, but did it satiate your hunger?
It’s evident there in your eyes. You want more.
You are so gluttonous, for experiences, I s’pose.
Will memories, fresh and vivid and new fill you up inside?
Does having more make you better than me,
place you above me?
You are never carnally satisfied.
Is that why the sunshine is exploding
while twilight too descends,
and the emptiness of your permanent state of incomplete
spreads its legs to hold you, sing a lullaby, rock you to sleep
in a bed of folly and infection?
You forget that they are only desires,
and fulfilling them still won’t find you completion.
“This little piggy had none.”
Here’s the one who basks in victimization.
One who surrenders before the battle has begun,
who’s so scared of what he may possess inside,
that he’ll never embark on the self-journey to find out.
Scared to betray the “please don’t hurt me” mask
and his flesh is all that conceals the quivering mess of unknowns.
Skin him if it suits you. Use his flesh as a towel.
But do this courtesy only if you will do what piggy won’t do
attempt to find strength, light, good, faith,
in a world where you’re always up against the darkness, against the odds.
See Piggy forgets it is only fear,
And succumbing to fear will never make you strong or brave.
“This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home.”
Piggy lives. Check it out, he is unconcerned–
with judgements, harsh criticism, constrictions and rules.
Piggy is not brave, but unafraid. Bright and alive. High on life.
He knows his own pulse, his own heart
and never will you see him waste a beat.
In his eyes, the only way to live is to live in heaven
and being alive, he must bring heaven to earth.
Well, Piggy has found a breeding ground for positivity.
You may claim it’s only faith
like faith isn’t stronger, combined with love,
than any gory wound– no matter how fatal.
Piggy knows. He knows you’re wrong.It is only faith,
but it will buy you eternity in one true moment.
I call this the end of the fable,
but I do not, refuse to, call it the end.
Thanks for the listen, hope you’ve been entertained.
When you go to sleep tonight, trying to warm your piggies from the cold,
I hope you’ll keep close to your mind every word I have written.
At the end of the day, every move you make and word you speak is entirely up to you
So which piggy were you yesterday? Who have you chosen to be today?
And since it is always your choice,
which of the five will you choose to be tomorrow?
