Raghead: Frogg Tha Masta Rappa

If music be the food of love, slay on!

Copyright B Purkayastha 2013

Fairly Useless Fact (Number Whatever it is)

Pigs are the only animals in the world reared for one purpose only: meat. They don't lay eggs, they aren't sheared for wool, nobody drinks pig milk and they aren't suited to be draught animals. All farm pigs are raised to be slaughtered and eaten, either at maturity or when they can no longer breed. No exceptions. 

[Old Major in Animal Farm said this out straight: "You young porkers before me, every one of you will gasp your lives out at the block within the year."]

Also, pigs aren't stupid animals. They have the same order of intelligence as dogs. 

Remember both those facts when you watch those kids' cartoons with happy talking pink pigs, and suddenly they aren’t funny any longer. Suddenly they’re horror movies. 

You're welcome.

Winter

Winter. Grey light seeping –

Cloud-filtered free of colour

Down to mark the leaden hours of day;

Between the dark and the dark.

Winter. Time of heartbreak. Time of tears

Filling the corners of the mind

With unshed pain.

Only memories to mark the year gone by;

Nothing to hope for in the year to come.

Time pressed between calendar sheets

Yesterday, today, and another today.

Winter. Bare branches against the sky

Time of death. The time to hold one’s hope

Close against the creeping night

Where dreams shatter

In a moment, brittle as glass.

Winter. Time of the frozen sparrow
Of the knife of ice in the heart.

Winter, when pain goes dragging past

Chains to enslave the soul;

Time to hug a lover close

Warm and safe, against the grey

Dying time.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2013