This little piggy

This little piggy reminds me of how unfair it was.
It does. Oink oink oink, I am five again.
As I travel down its slopes I slip and stumble and fall.
This little piggy makes me forget that I am now soaked in soothing, lovely, warm water.
The fresh scent of it. Lavender.
All the bubbles I could wish for.
Just rolling around in it.
All of my own making.
This little piggy tends to bring out the oink in me.
Has me rolling around in something else alright.
Spreading the stink of it everywhere I go.
This little piggy. Shameful.
This little piggy forgets gratitude for all that is.
In this free market universe.