Dirty Pig of Muck

What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck? When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain? Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain. But how honey he embraces the muck- When the sizzling lust for food slaps! 'Tis where he tanks up the lack 'Tis a divan for his daily naps He rolls in it with sheer fun and joy, Swaps spit with inner pathogens To him's as sweet as the delicacy of soy And dirt seems excite no antigens But fools we the lookers Who hate the act but love the actor We're the daytime chaplains an' night's hookers Musing the worthier and fudging the obvious factor Don't we rear 'em and keep them? And butcher 'em for pork? And for sale don't we adulate 'em like gem? Then why dub 'em berk? With us is the knowledge and power- To keep and care for these pigs We can give 'em genial scour And see 'em as moral prigs NB: Exclusively for pig lovers. Try to understand the natural meaning of this poem