Donkey Skins and Elephant Hides

 

    Donkey skins and elephant hides hang limp on wardrobe hooks; the pigs that wore them subdivide their spoils and cook the books. All the political world's a stage and all its pigs are players; while treading on the boards they wage their plays like dragon slayers. But when the final curtain's dropped until their next performance, each pig get swilled and then get slopped after each pig's 'misinform' dance.
 

    What better life is there than this, than political artifice? Pig heroes, cheer; pig villains, hiss; When costumed, pork seems not amiss.

    Donkey skins and elephant hides hang void on wardrobe hooks; after each performance's ride, the pigs are not the schnooks. Who bought the tickets, saw the show, and thought all was quite real? The easy mark, the sucker and the schmo think that none of their pigs would steal. The public cheers and claps and fawns, each one a stage door Johnny; but to the script they are but pawns, for piggly heroes brawny.
 

    Donkey skins and elephant hides await our Thespian pigs; tomorrow's show -- I laughed, I cried -- with make-up, costumes, wigs. Let's cheer the play that's quite well lit, well costumed and well played, and think the show is real grit,  and not a pig charade.
 

    Donkey skins and elephant hides, when filled by piggy players, look not so much like pork inside, but real dragon slayers.
 

 

 

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