• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 04

Groomed Pigs

Conditioned, habituated
like a faulty dodo,
pink and blue pigs
stop evolving.
Chained.
Shackled to limiting IT.

Converse is stilted.
Monosyllabic.
Scanned.
Seen.

Unlearning brains
accept gender doctrines,
with no disgruntled snorts
or agitatedly raised trotters.

He wears blue;
she wears pink.

Both don straitjackets –
shrinking sexuality
to mundane
minute-
ness.

No liberating rainbow rays
blink in rectangular eyes:
now iPhone shaped;
retinas are unthinking concrete,
-      grey, soulless lumps.

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Groomed Pigs

Emojis, slang, abbreviations
replace eloquent verse,
forgetting poetry:
subtle allegories lie smashed
replaced with brazen,
yellow heads –
the winky face mocks
each time ‘Send’ is pressed
with a manicured,
unthinking trotter.

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