Pig in a Dress

You look like a pig in a dress,
You’re hair is a state,
And your face is a mess.

Wearing young teenagers’ clothes,
Silver high heels,
And sheer panty hose.

Make-up is plastered and thick,
Lips ruby red,
You’re making me sick.

You look like a pig in a wig,
Please don’t dance,
No jiggity-jig.

Pull that mini-skirt down,
What did I spy?
It was wrinkled and brown.

You look like a pig in a dress,
I’m sorry to state,
But you look such a mess.

Please, please stop it now,
Pull up your pants,
You disgusting cow.

Please don’t wink at me,
No don’t think of me,
Jesus, get out of my face.

Please don’t smile at me,
I’ll scream violently,
God you’re such a fucking disgrace.

Edward says...

When you're asleep at night, aren't dreams wonderful things? A fantasy world of images, colours and film-like footage all generated by your brain and re-run with you as the main character. But, the dreams you have while awake, when they come true, can be so much better. This poem combines the two, nightmare imagery and blissful dream-like states of euphoria. Look closely at the image! Edward