Sunday, January 5, 2014

Whining Pigs

Another poem written for my college poetry class - with two versions!
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1.0

Personal space does not exist,
One large smell of mud.
Hygene is a myth,
Just nutritional jest.

Independent feelings of sociability;
Sit alone with others.
Displaying individualism
while bliss-ly flowing.

Social knowledge crying out
But nothing helps.
Pushed in refined lines
During distressful times.

2.0

Pen of social norms
Dictate our moving forms.
What needs no debate,
We are near our fate.

Personal space does not exist
One large smell of mud.
Hygiene is a myth
Just nutritional jest.

Filth is fine.
A life full of wasting time.
Boar'd with living;
Sloppy feeding.

Independent feelings of sociability;
Sit alone with others.
Blissful commonality;
Ignorant of slicking leather.

Wall-less prison
Keeping one another captive.
Were we to riot,
Only prolonging our demise.

Social knowledge squealing out
But nothing helps.
Pushed in refined lines
During distressful times.

Pleas make no difference;
Whining, screaming and crying.
Bundled up against each other
Facing the mercy of the system.

Some kick and fight,
Only to get beaten towards the light.

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