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[busker]

a hairy pig, shaggy and dark like the horse,
it slips out of every fence I build
out of canned foods and chairs.

I thought this part had great promise beyond the light humour of the poem. The pig could be so many things - so many possibilities, so many fears, the past, the future....
the hairy pig built like a horse. the black pig. the hidden monster in the barn.
I think it deserves a poem on its own.

For the rest, I would agree with knot in that the paradoxes weren't interesting enough.

I liked it that the pig would want to escape to Mexico