Pig of a Job

Laugh at hopes betrayed, gathers golden rings, wears them to his grave, make him say a truth, to every smartphone ping, notes arrive on cue, what a dance they make, on woven silks they bring, threads to hide their faces, if only they knew, pig is not a circus thing, but murders quite a few, smoke hangs in the rain, they ask him to sing, the songs of Billy Holiday, ships play lovely tunes, he really loves the spray, it blows away the Blues, will gamble all and say, life to me is everything, don’t regret a single day, grey dawn’s lightening.