Swine

A Poem by BlakeL79

Two brothers, with a third far removed.
Bayonne and Serrano lived muddied lives.
With homes of straw and twigs,
their days filled at the gambling trough

Both were drunken swine,
reveling in slop. Unkept, unlcean.
Some were more equal and it angered them,
leading to resentment of their wealthy, older brother.
He lived in the biggest house,
high apart from this sleepy farm town.

Neither could afford their own lifestyles.
Instead debauchery cured their wounds.
Canus, the sheriff, went to their homes
while the brothers got themselves pickled.

First went Bayonne's,
up in flames, burnt to ash.
Serrano's was next,
smashed to bits, sticks crackling, crunching.
At least the heat,
didn't make them break a sweat.

The only recourse was to seek salvation,
from the brother who turned to depravation.
Taking their losermobile,
drove them far outside of farm town.

Their slow car climbed the driveway,
as a black and white one drove away.
They shouldn't have been so unconcerned,
but as per usual they never learned.
Spicy Serrano knocked on his brother's door.

"Come in!" exclaimed Prosciu,
welcoming them to his illustrious den.
The hallways were old oak,
dry, musty, and cold.

"I was so worried when I heard of your misfortunes",
Prosciu continued to squeel.
He assured his two younger 'lets,
that he would cure what ailed them.

Leading the way,
the cellar was prepared.
He apologized profusely,
not having greater accomodations.

The younger brothers perplexed,
perhaps Prosciu's heart had not dried up.
Although they pondered
the hanging hocks on the stairs.

Into the back most room they went,
only to find a work bench and no beds.
With a gleam in his eyes,
Prosciu revealed his knife.
A smile parted the lips as his brother's were mistaken.
"I think tonight, Prosciu dines on bacon."