the pig who joined Mensa

the pig who joined Mensa

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

he was just that

a fetal pig

but not the kind you dissected 

in high school biology


and oh boy

was he was lazy


he loved his corn

and in darker moments his snout

it would smoulder


the professors postulated that

he must be "off-gassing"

but the more cynical ones 

would only mutter beneath their breath

“i bet he’s just doing that on purpose”


now the men in suits 

they were just plain jealous

they’d posture and scheme

all the better to be the one who’d get to

"hunker down" with him

maybe mess with his loins

 

so now they’re all reading dictionaries

and memorizing quadratic equations

never mind the smell

 

but the pig

he’s just happy 

making puddings

and trying not to think

about how little time is left

© 2021 SkinlessFrank


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We're all just bacon after all.
SF, you have this uncanny ability of taking the plain visual and transmogrifying it into something both sublime and blasphemous at the same time.
"off-gassing" another term for showing off? lol

Lambs to slaughter, pigs to slaughter, I guess somehow it all gets "cured" in the end...
I like this one.

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-- i'm (yet again) taking the liberty of personalizing this brilliant piece of writing to suit my thoughts... -- it reminds me of why i have a problem with 'the theory of karma' which states that human beings who do wrong will be reborn as animals... -- this kind of contempt for animals is just too astounding for me to digest... -- in this piece, what i find most remarkable is the end... (the last four lines)... -- the pig is obviously more enlightened, more in the present moment, trying to focus on what he has while humans are plotting his end... (for whatever purpose)... -- it's not that i don't get that human beings have to experiment in order to discover new scientific truths... -- it's just that they ought to be infinitely indebted to pigs, guinea pigs, rats etc. etc. who can be a part of all kinds of experiments... legally... and can thus help in healing various debilitating diseases and ailments... (among other things)... -- and this piece also reminds me that other than human beings, all living beings are atheists... -- they don't give sermons on how to live in the present moment and value all that one has... they walk the talk... -- that's why i feel strange when i hear people saying... "don't behave like an animal"... because i'd much rather be an animal... because most human beings i've come across are just too inhuman and ungrateful...

-- thank you for writing this phenomenal insight into the human psyche and of course the psyche of animals or those human beings who'd rather be animals...

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I had to look up Mensa, lol, I thought it was a constellation, and it is, but apparently it is also and alter AND a "genius society" :) Pigs and humans, I read somewhere that we share over 100 DNA mutations and some of their gene families are more "evolutionarily evolved" than humans...shrugs, I got a D in biology. I'm very sensitive to smells hahaha Pigs can suffer from dementia and some say that what separates man from pig is that they will wallow in their own s**t and they will eat anything, including man. Scratching my head...again, I'm not "educated", but ummm...I'm not seeing the difference there
As always, a very interesting read here, SF :)

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I.am.that.swine.
wonderful humor in this written with thick dark ink.

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Posted 10 Years Ago


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You just have to read something with a title this awesome. I am excited to imagine how his little trotters held a pen in order to pass the intelligence test although -- of course! -- he had an interpreter for his body language and was allowed to push blocks around with his snout.

Next step: Raven's Matrices with an actual raven.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Clever, clever, clever. I enjoyed every word.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


P.s.

I don't eat pork....
I'm no muslima
I just not eat pork, for porks sake :)

E.L.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


That pig is pretty clever, or dumb to think how little time is left... lovely opposite here, in the ending :D wow, dear poet and señor, you really make this a visual art canvas here. Remembering now some piggy movies, casted in Holywood ofcourse.

I like the irony, shameless perfection, and brilliant wink.
As always, you made a smile on my face.

Some don't see it, but you did :)


E.L.

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Posted 12 Years Ago


...and this little piggy had roast beef... years ago i worked in a casino kitchen and the amount of quality left over food the pigs would get, whole cream cakes, lashings of meat and left over potatos and vegs i don't think they do so very badly!!! may even be nice to a pig!!!

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Posted 12 Years Ago


pigs have feelings too..

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Thrilling read. I just had pork chops and I feel like I ate Wilbur right now.

Great job!

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