Feast of Pigs
The Feast of Pigs
“All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.”
George Orwell’s pigs were scheming little guys
Exploiting every other Commie beast.
With farmers they enjoyed a fat old feast
At the end of the book — and nursed sly lies
That should have come as no undue surprise.
To comprehend, you need not look due east.
The game pigs love to play has rarely ceased
Anywhere since heads first raised doubtful eyes.
Real pigs are just as smart as Orwell’s were.
But we who bid on them have learned at last
That porcine attitudes are not an upper.
Let auctioneer now serve as minster
To all in us that wouldn’t be outclassed!
We see it’s good to have a hog for supper.