Piglet future

It is true in so many ways
As my dear said to me
You my son are beautiful
Just think hard what you could be
A pork chop on some politicians greasy plate
A spare rib in some Chinese Laundryman’s
Watery soup of late
Roasted whole as suckling pigs
In a Christmas Barbecue
But no my son you have been spared
That’s what we have done
You are to be all chopped up
In a sausage skin
And some weird bugger will absorb your wealth
And commit their final sin