DOMOT (home)

No matter how much a fish enjoys time here on land 
Is crowned queen and showered with all its riches; 
She still will 
Most definitely 
Out of necessity 
And in time, 
Return to her domot. 
The water must tug at her heart. 

You can so much as adorn a pig 
Clothe him and sit him with princes 
Elevate his status amongst men 
It all will cease to make sense 
With time; 
He will 
Most definitely 
Out of a necessity; 
Grunt on till he finds his domot. 
The sty will always call.

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