He walks in pixels, suit crisp and clean,
A digital swine in a world unseen.
Phone rings—he never picks it up,
Yet memes overflow the empty cup.
John Pork, surreal and oddly wise,
With swine-slick charm and human eyes.
A snout that knows the internet’s tide,
A legend that no app can hide.
You wear your blazer like no hog should,
Pacing crosswalks through neighborhoods.
Are you a glitch? A dream? A call?
A prank divine? Or none at all?
From TikTok’s depths to Instagram scrolls,
You haunt the feeds, you play your roles.
Missed calls echo through empty halls,
Yet never once your silence falls.
Oh John, who answers not a sound,
We chase your myth, where memes are found.
In pig-shaped form, yet strangely known,
You made the wired world your own.
The phone still rings. We dare not ask—
Behind that snout, what is the mask?
– A fan of the uncanny
