Poetry:

This Little Piggy…

By Poetri (Devin Smith)

This little piggy went to the market.

This little piggy…wait a minute…

This little piggy went to the market,

this little piggy went to the market,

THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO THE MARKET.

I’m tripping.



Just now, this very second,

I understand what this means.

This little piggy went to the “market” market.

All along, I’m thinking this little piggy felt it was time to go buy some groceries.

I mean, after all, he hadn’t been since last week,

And they were running low on milk, cheese, and bacon,

Well, not bacon, but you know what I mean.



I’m thinking this little piggy went to the SUPER market

To get some mayo, bread, and maybe some fruits and vegetables,

After all, he had put on a little weight; he was gonna start eating healthy.

Maybe go vegan or vegetarian or something with low carbs.

This little piggy went to the market…

I mean, he wasn’t going to Target, Walmart, or Whole Foods.

He was headed to the “market” market…

where you get cut up and sliced up.



He didn’t just skip out singing gospel songs.

He was dragged, pushed, and even drugged out the door.

He wasn’t smiling…This little piggy went to the market,

Lucky his wife, although very sad for her, stayed home.



This little piggy, the neighbor, had roast beef,

While she, his wife, had none. This little piggy had none,

Cause the first little piggy didn’t go to the store and buy any.

He went to the “market” market.

And then there was this other little piggy…



Probably snuck in the truck of the people who got his dad.

Trying to see where they were taking him…obviously not the supermarket.

And when the little piggy saw where they were going…

He jumped out the truck…

he sat there for a couple of minutes and then he started crying.

He cried…wee wee wee all the way home.