Long Pork

According to the cannibals

A pig tastes exactly like a man

Bacon is no different than a thigh or a leg

It's just easier to fit in a pan

A succulent smoked chunk slides right off of the bone

The meat melting in your mouth is one of your own

The fat from this mammal makes for a mighty fine gloss

While the hairs from its head one may use for dental floss

When the marrow is brittle it's most delectable to chew

But when it's cracked open you’re grateful

Your sinew is not on the menu

Hey pa, won't you fry us up some long pork?

You might need a larger fork to get through

Not bland or dry, I like it juicy

Rise anew to the smell of barbecue

According to my tummy

A man sits warmly like a steak

Medium-rare through the middle

And not a drop of barbecue sauce will he take

(Nuh-uh!)

We roast the fingers over logs and feed the genitals to the hogs

Or we mash 'em and stuff 'em into hot dogs

Pour the blood with the broth, cook the organs in the pot

Mix and serve on a pleated tablecloth

Feast on their flesh, drink from their soul

They are thine Communion

Slay the hog that raids thy farm

And devour every piece

Sharpen their bones to spears that harm

And let their kind never sleep

Serve the pork

Eat the rich

Serve the poor

Eat the rich

We’re all meat

We breathe and we have needs

Pig feet trot so softly

As we lead them down to market street

Hog bound

Squeals sound, echoes around

Bloodhounds sniff fear right out

Say out loud, we're free on hallowed ground