No Way To Go

I see a road lined with toads; And they’re poisonous at that; There are signs posted so all can tell; This road of toads goes straight to hell; Men have traveled it from ancient times; Why they choose it is hard to reason or rhyme; I’ve been told by some that it lightens a heavy load; Poison from the toads on the road relieves their aching back; It’s plain to me their chosen cure is so much worse than their decease!