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Cochon de Lait

I love nature as much as the next guy,

but I won’t write about the majesty of the gulf,

cause, well, hell you can just go there and see it for yourself.

I love animals too,

but there are no words that will make the horror more palpable than the images of gulls and pelicans covered in oil.

Here’s what really gets me riled,

where’s my oyster po’ boy you greedy sons of bitches?

Every small joint in the gulf that served up righteous seafood,

pulled straight from local waters,

is priced out of the market and has to buy communist shrimp to put in it’s jambalaya,

and alien oysters in it’s oyster stew,

or close it’s doors.

The good ones,

the ones who insist on doing it right,

are out of business.

As a cook, and as a man,

that makes me mad as hell.

Makes me wanna grab them BP boys,

and fix up some cochon de lait,

with long pig,

and then feed it to proper decent hogs.

Categories: Poetry
  1. June 27, 2010 at 6:36 pm

    I love your indignity and fury here, and your humanistic take on this tragedy. Good Job!

  2. June 27, 2010 at 8:46 pm

    The Fury rattles my bones…

  3. June 28, 2010 at 7:28 pm

    Righteous fury well said!

  4. b_y
    June 28, 2010 at 9:03 pm

    I know hogs are omnivores, same as us, but it seems just wrong to feed them on oil executives. What would you do with the tainted pigs?
    once ran across an old boyscout field manual–the beginning of the cooking section read: you may never have the opportunity to roast a whole ox, but…

  5. June 30, 2010 at 1:15 pm

    A justifiably angry prosepoem/recipe.

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