I made a Buzzfeed list of songs with “pig” in their titles changed to “bro.”
You can hear me read my poem, “Vagaries” here:
'Vagaries' (for B.R)
by Fiona Helmsley
When you have to run your dishwasher three times in order to get the plates clean,
You should probably just do them by hand.
I bought my child Flintstone vitamins,
Then ate them all, like candy.
In the same way that Picasso had his Blue Period, then later, his Black Period,
I will have my Vindictive Period.
It’s a brave new world, with brave new reasons to rage.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by marriage,
Sexless, soul-sucking, jealous.
The vagaries of youth transition to the vulgarities of age.
I don’t believe in the day or the night, I just believe in the morning.
I want to die like Lou Reed
On the birthday of Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath.