Swine Royale

the one wish that came to me has fallen on my lap and waits waits for one clean jerk a swift removal that finds itself only in an instinct. as mice and cats in their playful games a Showcase of Truth that needs no verbal waste. I need no strength nor heavy weights no need for brawn my body sways defies the stubborn gravity a movement so sleek it draws a hundred bees but most ignore the graceful wind no need for beauty in this forsaken land grunting land. swine are crowned as royals of the palace and my calligraphy paints itself in the last aim to court devotion.