The Pigs Come Round

Don't let those pigs in my house young man
they are not welcome here
they have snuffling snouts and beady eyes
that wander and accuse.

No smile passes their lips
except in a sneer when
they think they have you
cornered.

But they are slow and dull
they trip over their filthy trotters
and fall stumble down still.

They can wait outside
in the cold and the mud
until I am ready
to dispatch them back
to the hole from which they
crawled.