The
Piggy wants to dance
His
pot belly in contour lines
He
has been sleeping for a long time
Now
he wakes up he can't run
He
smells of his favourite food
He
snorts it out loud for all to hear
He
sits on his chair feeling his full measure
He
keeps waiting for his meal to arrive
The
people tell the Piggy
He
has to work for his food
He
can't have it free now
The
people can't afford
So,
the Piggy dances
On
his chair he tries his best
He
has to filter out the bad influences
He
has to make the economy burst in activities
He
is hungry for his food
He
has to work hard for it
There
is no free meal in stock
The
Piggy frowns on his face
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