Garbage

A hog a good spirit a clean living soul
Born to a farmer
Who thought to control
This pig who was going to grow and to be
A good source of income apparently
Created miraculously needing to be
Understood and curated purposefully
No sweat glands to speak of
Intelligently
Equipped with such knowledge
Purposefully

But the farmer sought profit
To inflate his margin
Neglect the hog and expect a return
Be cruel be exacting all over the place
And end in a bin seen as a disgrace
Ego and ignorance took on a stance
The hog lost out big time
Nothing left to chance
Struck with imbalances
The poor pig died
The farmer’s margin was split open wide

A life wasted
Cruelty reigned
The farmer took umbrage
Nothing was gained
A lifeless equation
A terrible score
Godly intention
Wasted for sure

So many victims
Cast off’s written down
Each born with a purpose
Seen around the town
A piece of garbage
An ultimate loss
A miraculous being
At the end seen as dross