There is no grace in a pig’s life

Yes I can go on.
And yes I have to.
And yes I am a pig
and honestly,
so honest
that it is hard sometimes
to even know
what is wrong or right to say.
But nevertheless
I shouldn’t be put in a negative connotation
because as a pig you eat up
all kind of shit.
Devour what is served
doesn’t matter what.
So I eat out of my feeding trough.
Fattening me, 
the dirty pink piglet, 
and sometimes I wish
they would just shove an apple in my mouth.