| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| PIGS The pigs will nibble on your remains. They will snort and scurry about what's left of you and they will chew and push and roll and bite at what was once your most prized possession. They rend and devour they hunt and they peck the pigs will crush you bit by bit beneath their bitter teeth. The pigs who have nothing against you will do as they must do to you what they will because it has been willed. Because it is what you deserve. The pigs will destroy you because you asked too many stupid questions. |