Croak

i knew a bloke once

when say i knew him

i knew a bloke

that might have knew him

maybe,

back in the day

i vicariously knew a bloke once

and it was whispered

around the traps

that this mad cunt

shelved a poison frog

he stole from the zoo

(that’s another story)

it was spoken of in hushed voices

of a change

a change that came over him

as his body eagerly absorbed

this internally inserted amphibian

his skin took on a hue of green

his eyes bulged from his head

he was sweating like a fucker

dunno why he didn't dead?

he was off his fuckin guts

in this world

and the others

he hopped around the room a bit

then he came to rest,

he tucked a froggy little hand

under his jowly chin

and he looked at each of us in turn

in a croaky little voice he said

"riddup"

now he just catches flies

and licks himself