The Pig Poem by Tony Adah

I'd rather not get into mud
With pigs
I'll love to wear my garbs
Torn and shreds
Than taint by hogs.
I'll rather remain up the tree
Than down to find levels with pigs.

That piggy dung that stinks
That pigsty that smells
No man should near
I I'll like to wear some
Garbs torn and shreds
Than taint by the hogs.

Let no man beguile you
A pig is a pig
Whether in ajegunle or London
A pig is an acolyte of dirt
Rain or shine it grunts.