Pork Farm

Pigs will eat anything.

What's for dinner?

Gluttony, gluttony, greed and pride.

Helen doesn’t like Pork.

Pigs will eat anything.

Pork is for dinner.

Gluttony, sloth, gluttony.

Helen, eat your dinner.

Pigs will eat anything.

The Pork isn’t cooked right.

Wrath, gluttony, wrath

Helen is sick

Pigs will eat anything

Bloody. The Pork is raw.

Gluttony, Gluttony, Gluttony.

Helen is screaming.

Pigs will eat anything. 

Helen ate so much. 

Gluttony.

What a pig.

Author's Note

This is a repeat post from my story Solom. In the story, I use poetry multiple times to move the story along. I wanted to upload this separately, because it is a poem and I'm really proud of it. If it doesn't make sense out of context, feel free to check out the rest of my story! Thank you so much for reading and have a great rest of your day :)