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~Toad Licking~

There's a colonel in most every town

And chicken he does know

But the youth of today are not finger licking

They're licking of the toads

 

When they run out of their drugs

They must run out of their minds

When the toad lickers come a licking

Best to run and hide

 

Yes, they've found a brand new high

When their *** is running low

The poppy fields have all run dry

And the cow patty mushroom is no mo

 

The city kids head to the swamps

Just hopping at the thrill

Grabbing at amphibians

And licking them at will

 

With every tantalizing lick

Trippy little colors do they see

Pass around the froggy

For another lick if you please

 

But who am I to judge

As crazy as it looks

Could it be as bad as crack

With one lick and you're hooked

 

I have this nagging question though

That bothers me to this day

Who was the first to lick the toad

And say this taste okay

        

~ribbit~

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mike-hauser
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Apr 28, 2013
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