The Pigs Oppress
As every day I do, I descend trance like down the escalator
A routine movement so expected it almost doesn’t exist
But as I arrive past the point of no return, crowds building behind me; I see them
Their dirty hairy snouts violently twitched with greed, over fat with power
The haughty figures led dogs, by leads, by hoofs…
Menacing creatures with ominous teeth desperate to tear into flesh, noses sharp and wanting
The pigs used, leech like the poor dogs, with vindication and malice
Replacing the skills they had feigned tangentially to their increased responsibilities
Justice is a system, carefully measured and enforced fairly and forcefully
I had now arrived at the bottom of the escalator, and as I feared, the dogs squealed from their drooling mouth
I walked cautiously on, why should I stop
Consequently, I was surrounded; the yellow pigs encased me using their malicious dogs
They took my bag a forced me away to their homely bath of mud and stole my bag
They dogs sniffed me over thoroughly, almost violently harassing every crevasse of myself
They couldn’t find what they had hopped, so they allowed me to leave
I left; without my bag, but was unable to shake the added weight of loathing I now had.
I’m just glad the system approved of me
Proverb
The pigs may gluttonize, but unfortunately you will end up feeling the most sick.
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