Sunday, July 17, 2022

Pigs and mud treatment

As pigs we are united.

United in the mud.

Dragging you into the mud,

We are elated.

Swimming in the mud,

New habit of health.

If not a habit, routines shall-

Build your, new habit of health.

 

Cleaning the mud, a futile dream,

We are in the same vessel of mud.

Showered from top, pigs turn white.

Stepped into the mud, whites turned red.

 

Laid stones in the swamp as an amnesty.

Pigs walked back to the land in fragile steps.

But they jump to a new mud filled marshland,

Mud is always the zest for life.

It’s pig’s lust and pleasure.

You are a pig. Me too a pig.

Mud pools are for our deluxe bath.

Bath in the mud and treat in the mud,

A new trend in the mystical odyssey.

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