A House Made of Wood

What was it like for the three little pigs to live with the big bad wolf?

I’m sure it was like this, one

Day he’s fine; he playfully wrestles with pig in the hut of straw,

Makes love in the hut of bricks

And the next day he huffs because she put the wrong gas in his truck.

The bad wolf goes to school

The three little pigs work

This child’s tale used to be so innocent.

He’s gained weight, he couldn’t blow down a house of wood.

But a wolf’s fangs never dull.

His rage is contagious, you can see it with pig in the hut of straw

Like the passing of a spirit from one host to the next.

Yet the spirit has not left the last host,

And the big bad wolf never sees the man that makes the wolf.