The Pigs

In the fun warehouse, the pigs were
Dying and you wouldn't kiss me.
I left you to the beautiful blond and brunette
Who mashed their lips against yours
And congratulated your success.

I knew I was groggy as I wandered
The fun house. I was searching for your
Replacement frantically to try to dispel
The pain. But suddenly the crowd was
Only interested in the pigs.

The pigs were brought in alive
But their heads had already been sliced open.
They looked up at me with bewildered eyes
As I ran from room to room, hoping to avoid
Their soulful gaze. The people lifted axes,
Preparing for their fun.

I picked up a pig and ran to the fun house
Keeper's window. I begged her to tell me if
It could be saved.

Her answer was inaudible. I took it to mean
It was too late. But I kept the pig and began
To search for a needle and thread.
I wouldn't give up.