Saul Huggins only started writing poetry recently. Prior to that his work took him around the world. Currently living in England.
Exposing our leaders for what they really are Comes oh so easy for this inventive little bug. Unable to show Itself, yet able to shine a light Onto human nature which the Bard could not Manage with a million skilled words: Compare The organic method in which fools, liars, and Charlatans are revealed in the natural glare of Covid 19 - to the stagy artifice of Shakespeare. (Humans have rarely been worthy of the grand Emotions he awarded them nor capable of the Exquisite verse he installed on their tongues.)
No, this inaudible bug is not in need of a voice To reveal human defects in their purest forms. Moreover, it grants us knowledge by proxy in The teaching of a new word – Furlough. And As well as bringing the meaning of this word To light, the versatile bug also blasts a glaring Beam onto those with cold heart who go on to Abuse the ethics and practice of this new word. Both Education AND Edification from Covid 19 - Cruel yet gifted bug, finding ways to enlighten.
Upgrading the air for wildlife by Cutting planes, cars. Curbing the airs of the Famous by Keeping them caged. Purifying the air in the hoods by Making Rap Its bitch. Purging the streets of crime, It is the Only Show In Town, Owning every single person In a planet becoming ever Cleaner and purer with the Presence of Its invisible self.
Perchance, after Its everlasting Demise, Its greatest bequest Can be a subtle worldwide Release from servitude To the hideous speed Of life so rooted in Love of money As to render Humanity(!) A Botch Job. (but don’t bank on it)
When Pigs Fly
Six years ago Swine flu visited our farm, Forcing Virginia Hambone to stand firm Against the public use of mucky troughs, Which was causing the trots and coughs.
Pigs were ordered to remain in their sties And baptize their trotters to avert demise. Sty-to-sty sales sows solicited salty swill. A barn was set for the expired and the ill.
Penlife was instinctive and fit like a glove: Arguments preceding the making of love. Flu had purged the tracks of all the swine And the air sweetened from their decline.
Presently wild boar sauntered by, in thrall To the intoxicating scent of nothing at all. Unusual not to spot that superior species Of Hog wash in their finer forms of feces.
Now the suaver swine was to vent spleen: “ Quarantine is just a breeding scheme.” They yearned to wander the fields again, To grunt in unison and filthen the terrain.
The Council said it was still testing drugs, So pigs pigging out must wear anal plugs. “ The virus is passed on through the rear - You will save your bacons if you adhere.”
They squealed as akin to human protestors And met in sheds to abuse the Councillors - To no avail! Inside the butt was fit a bung: They could now only wallow in oral dung.
Eventually this beastly disease flew away And a boom of piglets scuttled out to play. Adults oinked back into the ways of afore, While uncivilized boar were seen no more.