To Walk Among The Pigs King Missle

To walk among the Pigs,
To go where the Pigs go,
And do as the Pigs do
To inhale the pungent stench of the Pigs,
And truly savor the Scent
To sing the Song of the Pigs,
To build up a repoire,
To be one with the Pigs
To work shoulder to shoulder with the Pigs,
On Piglike projects
To sweat like a Pig,
And then to realize that Pigs never sweat
To wallow in the mud with the Pigs
To experience absolutely all that Pigness entails
To hear,
To see,
To feel like a Pig
To think,
Eat,
And smell like a Pig
To comprehend completely what it is to be a Pig
To fully understand that you,
The Pigs,
And all other things in the Universe,
Are of the same ilk
And then, to weed out all Non-Piggish things,
To fully cultivate and allow to blossom,
The Flower that is the Pig within your Soul
And to finally stand alone,
In the Garden of the Absolute,
And pray,
And pray,
And pray,
Like a Pig