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Dodgy types going down the Meat Tray Way.....

By Sandshoe

Blessed is the one

who does not walk in mud with the weather or begrudge the weight of the Pigs Arm’s take

or sit in the stall with mockers

[mocking piglets’ passing]

But who oinks hard at the jokes of The Big Pig and who meditates on the slough day and night.

That piglet is like the mud laid down by streams of water, which yields its mud in season and whose hock does not wither —

whatever they do prospers.

Not so non-virtuals!

They are like straw

that the fox [it is written huffing and puffing] blows away.

Thus the non-virtual will not stand in judgment, nor stragglers into this assembly of our piglets.

For The Boss watches over the way of the piglets, but the way of the bad pig leads to the meat tray.

Apologies:

Psalm 1: (New International Version, 2010) BOOK I Psalms 1:41