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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