PORK RIND REQUIEM

Pork rind requiem:
The love of a blind pig.
Reimburse my pocket book,
Fill it up, turkey stuffing,
Money muffins and coins.
Chocolate loins, on the wane
Of thy light liturgy.
How unburdened I’d become
Some secret day past.
Limp as a shrimp canned
And soaked in briny waters,
With a meal shorter than with wine.
A peel of orange, segmented slaughter,
Sought-after like pea-sized diamonds
Higher than deeper precious stones,
Clear cut and plentiful but held back
And unleashed yearly.

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