Fairytales and picture books Don't tell the whole truth. Sometimes, Toads are just toads. They don't always become your prince After you kiss them.
It's a funny idea, really - The notion of finding love In a murky pond. Lonely bogs have lonely frogs, I suppose. Did you have any doubts As you traced the surface of the water With a fingertip? When you took him in your palms, Did you not have second thoughts?
It takes a mental blindfold, Opaque enough to block out reason, To hold a toad so dear. He might be charming at first, If for nothing else than for the idea Of what the two of you could be. But soon enough, The emptiness will settle in. He won't call you pretty, Or hold you close. He'll leave a little trail of slime Wherever he goes.
And at the end of the day, I'm left wondering... Why the **** did I kiss a toad?
Itch those *****, player Itch them red raw Bleeding?, who cares! Embrace your oozy pores Itchy itchy morning rise Scratchy scratchy nights Give me a show I'd like to forget Make me close up tight Itch those *****, giant manchild Itch them to completion Whatever you got to do, do During itchy and scratchy season
i leave behind residue in beds i am grimy and saturated from dirt my muddy footsteps follow you into the bathroom and i smudge the mirror with my fingers, crusted and cracked from the heat
i follow the shadow of the sun and trail their streaks of death it drips down my thighs and stains your carpets i am vermin i am disease i am death and decay my stench sullies the walls and my greasy hair sours your stomach you pinch your nose as i pass by and i cannot find it in me to blame you. i would too.
Insects have invaded the safe haven Of my home Wood warped from an endless squall They slink through the cracks Crawling on the walls Product of neglect and, A refusal to suture open wounds I spray and Raid them away, like The Nuclear Option ever solved a problem I train my gaze to look the other way See, sunken minds can forget for days but, When I sit and stare I see them polka dotted everywhere Skeeving, dry heaving and pulling out my hair Cold sweats as I am combing through my bed The critters have crept and nested Deep inside my head All my worrisome thoughts Have kept the insects fed