Frog At the Top
That
toad,bloated,
nose
in
the
air.
What
thinks
he
of
this
life?
Position,
money,
love,
hate,
procreation,
death?
Then
are
we
like
the
animal
that
we
eat
Today
here,
tomorrow
gon,
forgotten.
If
that
is
animal-
man,
transitory,
why
does
he
think
so
much
of
self?
I
wish
som
good
angel
wil5
tell
me
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