I look yonder with
Mud in my eye
I have dug my
Mud pit of regret
Eye high

You have done so too.
I see you with
Spit in your eye
We both spy
Each other’s
Mud as though
On high

Look yonder!
It is an endless
Sea of mud pits.
We are all living
In our own unique
Mud pit hole
My God! Life’s toll!

We all know that
We each are a
Muddy mess
Our eye sight is
Twenty twenty
Looking out of our
Own muck and mire

No matter how
Deep we dig
Our mud pit stays
Eye high
Making us ever ready
To spy

Your mud seems
Dirtier than mine
It smells worse too
I could tell you
Every dirty detail
Even though my hole
Is only eye high

Alas, we are
Mud pit equal
Yet there is a sequel
In which we
Seek the meaning
Of the mud