welcome to the resort

A fat pig smiled with evil eyes,
He wore a suit, he told some lies.
No hat, no crown, just boots and rules.
He built a place with swimming pools.

He called it “Resort,” said, “Come relax!”
But guards stood tall with water gats.
They sprayed the guests who asked too much.
They smiled fake, but not to touch.

The sun was hot, the beach was fake,
The drinks were real, but made you ache.
The music played a marching beat,
The towels folded nice and neat.

The other pigs were scared to leave,
But too confused to disbelieve.
They looked around, then looked away,
The guns made sure they all would stay.

One pig said, “This feels like war…”
Another whispered, “But there’s a bar.”
The leader laughed, “Yes, drink your fear!”
And filled their cups with bitter cheer.

No one could swim, but no one fought.
They danced in chains. They smiled. Or not.
The pig just watched. He didn’t speak.
His front was strong. His back was weak.