Emails, text messages, folders and files,
They just organise your life in measure of toils,
But a pig in the muck lives happy and free
Grunting in poo-poo is more fun, you'll agree.
Timetables, wall charts, meetings and strategies
I'd much rather slop about up to my knees,
So why bother with late nights and all of that stress,
When you could be a piglet and wallow in mess.
The stale stench of life on the corporate floor
Makes on-looking piggy's snort and roar,
For wearing neckties may look real pretty
But not for a piglet in the big city.
Oink-ety oink oink oink
When the choices you make are not choices at all
Is it time to consider quitting it all?
So when life is just dangling - a frail, broken twig
Accept it smells much better when you are a pig.