That Little Pig

that pig you said
is a problem, in fact,
a very big problem and so when it asks to leave
you agree at once,

you are alone in your house
and for a time thinks that you do not have a headache anymore

that little pig
your pain in the ass keeps on coming back in your mind

always filling up that empty space
that you cannot take away even in that pigsty

at night you begin to think
someone shall catch that little pig and keep it

that pain in your ass shall become their
food, a tasty roasted little pig

that will always haunt your lonely mind.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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