can you hear the putrid pop
the heated fat begin to sizzle?
the aroma fills the air
the pan is like a vigil.
from all around they come together
surround the heated box
watching with excitement
as flesh goes through detox
oozing out it's inner essence
pink turns slowly red
with plate in hand the young press forward
trying to get fed
all around the world the boars and pigs are quaking
because we all must face it
everyone loves to eat their bacon