Lotus and Pig

Lotus is a flower, Everybody knows it, It is a flower like none other, That is also known, Look carefully though, It grows in grounds most fertile, It is almost sunk in dirt, Then how does it manage to remain so clean, It has a character, A smooth one at that, It may swing with its anchor, And come in contact with dirt, But its walls are so smooth, That dirt simply cannot stand, And is simply washed off, We have about as much if not more of dirt, But are we lotus like to escape it, No most of us wallow in dirt, And live there in sputtering more over others, We are all dirty, And simply behave like pigs.