Piggy

You’ve been caught red-handed again,
Smile and grin all you want,
Lick your lips from your trough,
And carry on trotting along.

But the eyes are on you now,
Peering around the barn,
Is this all a game to you?
Stories and lying for fun.

You grin as you come for air,
You tilt your head as you laugh,
A deep, rattling, choking noise,
At those you gave a mud bath.

You rub your trotters together,
And then on your belly you lay,
Grunting and laughing for pleasure,
At all those that you’ve betrayed.

Roll in the mud now piggy,
Look at the havoc you’ve made,
Wash all you want it won’t matter,
The dirt on those trotters remains.