Happy In The Mud.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i decided to be clean
and you are telling me it is the same as
you decided to be unhappy
which puzzled me not having known the nature
of my veins and the size of my skull which
most resembles that of the unhappy kind.

the truth is told i know and i know it for sure
but it does not matter i decided to be clean now and
it is that which matters most
and i shall not tell him then that
i can be clean and be happy at the same time
which he does not understand because he lives there
where the pigs are
happy in the mud.