MUDDY SATIRE

Yes, George, I’ve Seen the Swine

In response to The Beatle’s song “Piggies.”

“And for all the little piggies Life is getting worse.” — George Harrison

Yes, I have seen the bigger piggies wallowing in their luxurious pigsties, on the manicured greens in Palm Springs, in their chauffer-driven limousines, seventy-foot yachts docked in the harbors.

Bigger piggies live high on the hog, in upscale Carmel and Bel Air, uptight and starched white, who won’t share their feed with the poor little piggies who walk on tiptoes.

I agree with George from Liverpool, that the bigger piggies stir up dirt, are gluttonous and depraved, hoarding their soiled money in banks overseas, buying off politicians with gifts and other illegalities.

While the little piggies aren’t permitted into high-class pens, and sit at empty troughs and have to cool off with a garden hose, while the bigger piggies have plenty of bacon at the table.

Yes, George from Liverpool, something is lacking in the lives of the sleazy swine — squealing too much, sharing very little — perhaps, they do need a damn good whacking.

“Piggies,” written by George Harrison.

© 2022 Mark Tulin

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