Crooooak

movingfinger

"Crooooak,"
says the frog
in my throat
"Crooooak."

I haven't fed him
Flies for the last
Five days
Hoping that he
May go away
It seems, though,
That he's resigned
To sit and croak
Within my throat
For however long
he may.

"Crooooak,"
says the frog
in my throat
"Croooak"

Why won't you leave?
Frog in my throat
My friends
Think me
Partially insane
Croaking and
Coughing obscenities
Clutching my throat
And gargling acid

"Crooooak,"
says the frog
in my throat
"Crooooak,"

Little frog
A bullet will
Put an end to your
Croaking,
Right through
The throat,
You'll be nothing
More than a pattern
On the wall

"Croooaked,"
says the frog
missing a leg
and covered
in bits of skull
"Croooaked."