Artificial Bacon Bits


Gobbling it down,
Clogging arteries even more.
Day in, day out,
Always eating the greasy food.
Every meal consisted of it,
The fat of a pig.
Disgusting smells all around,
Never caring, always hungry.
“You are what you eat!”
I’d always tell him.
He grunted.
Was that an oink?
Walking away,
I turn around,
A monster meeting me,
Beast with a pig’s head.
Screaming, I get a knife.
Slowly, creeping,
The pig skin works it way down.
Realization hits,
It’s him, I told him!
The transformation is complete,
Bacon he became.
A hefty pig at that,
To slaughter he went,
Living on as his obsession.


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