Sonnet #364

 Sonnet #364

April 6

Frog comes up to eat their own minnows

All that lives will turn to shit eventually

And frogs come up to eat and croak and throw

Their children up and then chase fleas

The hair of the dog is home for enough

Rough enmities to bury plenty of eggs

And plenty of little frogs might as well stuff

Their faces with the newborns slugs

That smear the concrete walls when it rains

Eat and grow, this is their mantra, and

Keep your skin wet, so. So. It pains

To say it but perhaps the golden ball and

Where we left it was never meant for affection

For after years as frogs, the prince takes no corrections

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