We want him gone—
pretty boy fat with feasts
and wine. Now he’s poor. Desert him!
He chose his lot. As aging swine,
we dare not share one crumb, least
of all with him, whom we want gone.
Split our scraps? God Almighty, it’s our home
and up to us who joins this raucous feast.
Besides, the boy is poor and whines. Desert him!
Block his path to slop and crumbs.
His greed led here. Disgraced, this boy’s the least
of us. Unwanted hog, be gone!
Ungrateful boar! His greatest crime?
Not knowing what he had. A snorting beast
of the worst kind, he’s poor and whines. Desert him!
Squealing piglet doesn’t like our pen.
Scurry home; take the place bequeathed
your father’s swine. We want you gone!
Whine not for the penitent poor. Desert him!