Beneath me a hog on three legs I smile
it watches happiness circle my eye and it is not afraid
it knows I enjoy;A three legged pig but for me its a toy
Hard skinned yet silky, pink and abstract
More than reality to a swine I atract
And if I shall kill it, and eat and dine I know It will
love
me as it knows it is mine, and taste it and love it
as if it was alive;And with all of its passion
will help me not to starve