You’re the Pig & I’m the Receipt
︎︎︎ Conor Hultman
︎ Oct 17, 2026
You think this plastic bughouse is worth it?
You ought to be raped to death.
Your cause of death should be dehydration.
Anyone buying a $50 candle or a $70 snowglobe belongs in a concentration camp.
You belong in a coffin.
Every last free thing will be put on sale after you play your small part to avoid discomfort.
You would have made a harsh torturer.
What you name kindness is pathetic.
Your sex is ugly and your justice is cruel.
You deserve a lot.
The years will never come back and I know you don’t think about it.
I really hope you feel this.
You were given this nervous system.
It’s an instrument that can be played to make sounds.
You grew fat around it to feel safe.
You call anything music.
There’s no example good enough for your brazen bull life.
The worst thing anybody could do to you is make you what you already are.
You have meat. I have things I call money.
You’re the pig and I’m the receipt.
You ought to be raped to death.
Your cause of death should be dehydration.
Anyone buying a $50 candle or a $70 snowglobe belongs in a concentration camp.
You belong in a coffin.
Every last free thing will be put on sale after you play your small part to avoid discomfort.
You would have made a harsh torturer.
What you name kindness is pathetic.
Your sex is ugly and your justice is cruel.
You deserve a lot.
The years will never come back and I know you don’t think about it.
I really hope you feel this.
You were given this nervous system.
It’s an instrument that can be played to make sounds.
You grew fat around it to feel safe.
You call anything music.
There’s no example good enough for your brazen bull life.
The worst thing anybody could do to you is make you what you already are.
You have meat. I have things I call money.
You’re the pig and I’m the receipt.
Conor Hultman is an uneditor of Loser. He lives in New York, New York.
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Also by Conor: Terracotta Army