THE PIG SONG
In the beginning there was the pig
Spitting and shitting in the ooze
Then God created woman
to serve him his fodder and slop his booze
God made woman a target with feet
and God gave woman no right to the street
where hog words need so little excuse
and hog hands just tie the knot in the noose
But I won't shut my mouth and scratch my smile
or keep my eyes straight ahead
I'll walk where I want, won't swallow my bile
I won't pretend I'm almost dead
Attacks come in every color, smell and shape
but they always come from a kind of woman hate
Pigs slaver over guns and squeal at each other
Pigs'll even be fathers and brothers
Every female they bore is just another whore
except for their sisters and their mothers
Pink and glairy or scabby and hairy
They're ad execs selling soup with flesh
They snort and gape at the stories of rape
that they gorge on in the porcine press
The world is blind to the crime of swine
But I'm done with being a victim
There's no mass anger to smother the slime
But I won't let it get near my soul again
This war's the longest in history
War on half of humanity
Swine come in every color, size and shape
but flesh is sacred and sex ain't hate
Now a woman won't countenance violence
used against another human
But it takes a pig to paw without acquiescence
hence it's no homicide to stick one
So don't tread on me, go on back to the sty
I spit on your knife and your gun
Don't touch me swine, don't even try
or it'll be the last thing you ever done
Yes I'll see you hung... You won't see me run...
