An assignment I wrote in college, 10/30/2002
SwineZ
Walking in the wilderness
Along trees with lofty canopies
And stubbly twigs below,
I realized the lateness in the day
And the emptiness in my stomach.
Being a highly evolved fur-lined carnivore
Albeit with shiny white teeth that glimmer with glee,
I partake only of ground bound nutrition
And wash it down with a milky bean.
A cavity in the forest appears and a modest
Thicket house stands in the middle.
From the tiny cabin the smell
Of tofu sautéed and marinated
Dripping in juice
Grabbed my stomach
Which caused my mouth to salivate and drool.
In a sprint,
I rapped on the door
Bound and determined
Soy beans are mine.
Soy beans are mine.
Anticipation fueled my hunger
As I waited, not quite like Job, for someone
To let me inside for a smidgeon of Buddha’s Delight.
No one answered.
Nothing happened.
A flip from my stomach and immediate action
Was the only logical step.
I wondered aloud
Huff
Puff
Ba-low.
A small voice I heard
But ignored.
Evolution reversed upon itself
When my hunger could not be filled.
Huff
Puff
Ba-low.
A pile of dried grasses lay before me,
Swanson stood in the middle holding
The bon vivant of my ravenous desire.
With a pounce, the pot and swine dashed
Through the woods.
Quicksteps brought me to a twig-lined house,
Overflowing in bean curd glory.
Wince from acids, which form in my belly,
And my fascination.
Huff
Puff
Ba-low.
From the tips of my toes,
I hold to my dying strength.
Huff
Puff
Ba-low.
In the stubble of saplings,
Swanson cowered as Tyson
Held the succulents.
Closer I stood
Reaching for a morsel
Whoosh
Was all I heard.
Heavy paws carry me to a mortar-lined abode.
Drained of my former self,
I pound on the door.
Huff
Puff
Ba-low
Horizontal I stood,
And walking into a bright light.
I hear soft, hushed tones
Swanson, Tyson, and Jimmy Dean
Giggle out loud.
Soy beans are ours.
Soy beans are ours.
Author: endthefalselife
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