IT'S A PIG'S LIFE

So they've finally gone and done it,
Giving them a genetic modified pig's heart.
What's next pig's bottom pig's fart,
Don't worry If the time comes.
I'd like to think I'd have a pig's heart,
Although I know you may think I'm insane.
Think I've met a view who have a pig's brain,
All parts of the pig can be used, Don't give a fig.
Well I feel sorry for the poor pig,
And I know this may sound a little silly.
No need to fill you full of fear,
If you needed one would you want a pig's....
Ear.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-15 at 01:16

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
There's a lot of 'behind the scenes' meaning in this poem, I'm sure: Especially in light of the closing two lines.
Personally this event appalls me. Mainly because Mankind always seems to find a 'wrong' way to use scientific 'discovery'.
2022-01-15