Poetic autopsy of a krazy frog (lmao)  

The frog is dead God save the frog


will you gun me down like MLK,call me gay
oh the pain! someone make it go away
well hey! you suck at words, maybe try ballet
a tutu would suit you,with pink pumps for half jumps
and light tights for play nights

still

it's all uphill for a brain dead frog
so i'll sympathize and empathize,feel your pain
and hear your cries,try not despise or criticize
cos you're a special frog in my eyes

surprised?

well that's just how i roll
can't wait to see you get some flow
then one day some simile might open doors for metaphor
and before you even know it
you can call yourself a poet

just don't take this shit to heart
look at some books would be a good start


oh and sorry for the rejection
i know you crave for my affection
but you just don't give me an erection

correction!
you kind of make me get a semi
but you don't have a patch on Hemi
he's got brains,you don't have any
maybe when your balls drop or the shit stops
flowing from your desk top, i'll look your way
and turn you into a real gay, ok?



"cause of death?"

"severe brain trauma sir, he was found shaking profusely beside a copy of The cat in the hat, we assume his brain could not handle that"

RIP Martin :p