Not A Good Day For Pigs (or Tet Holiday) a poem by Cameron Brtnik
Not A Good Day For Pigs Today is not a good day for pigs Cause heads'll be rolling and chopped off like wigs They sit happily dirty in the mud as they grunt Not knowing that farmers have begun the hunt The pigs try to run while they twist up their tail Then we catch'em and lock the pigs up in a jail Why they've no idea that they're the next target To slaughter and butcher and sell at the market They squirm and they scream and they struggle and squeal And are not aware that they'll be our next meal Yes a pig is oblivious to how he'll meet his end From the same people he trusted to be his friend Not to worry, these pigs don't have names like Babe Like David or Charlie or Peter or Gabe But we don't give a thought when it's under the knife That this pig had two sons, a daughter and wife All's not lost; All parts of the piggy are taken And used to make hot dogs and pork chops and bacon Yes a pig is only as good as it tastes And we eat it all; leave nothing to waste And if you are left with a small hint of doubt We'll eat the feet, belly, tail and snout So get your knives ready 'cause tonight we dine On pheasant and fish and veal and swine This message is going out to all pigs: Today's looking grave; the kind that you dig The word that we celebrate Lunar New Year Is sure put every piggy in fear Yes today is the day that all pigs will die "This ain't fair!" I swear could hear all the pigs cry As their pleas fill the air, the streets are spilt red Another pig sacrificed, in other words: dead But hey pigs - If it's any consolidation We all agree everything's better with bacon! We eat pigs for breakfast, and I've got a hunch You had pig for dinner, and bologna for lunch There's nothing like pork, no it just can't be beat Not beef, fish, nor chicken, yes pork's the best meat! To the the pig that was murdered for our meal here's a toast: Your sacrifice was rewarded - to us with this roast No today's not a good day if you are a hog Cause a pig is not quite "Man's Best Friend" like a dog The world's appetite is voracious for pork We'll kill every last pig by blade or by fork As we slice and dice and pierce with a skewer With each pig with eat there are actually fewer I know that it's horrible, makes me angry and sad Does this make us animals? I believe just a tad Give up eating pork? "The day when pigs fly" But to save just one pig I am willing to try It's enough to make me give up meat and eat plants To stick up for the pigs, fight and make a stance! You see pigs are actually cute and they're smart And switching to chicken is at least a start "But what of poor chickens?" You ask in a shock My reply: I just have no love for the cock END *I am still a meat eater but is considering switching to a vegetarian diet. But bacon.