Myth had long held that beyond in the foothills,
a race of amphibious half human lords
mired the landscape with villainous ogres
seeking a final solution for honor
sought with particular vengeance the hour
for orgies of wanton esophagus sores
ensconced with mental trichomoniasis
orifices replete with abscesses spewing
and far and wide beyond its dominion
produced the spewage of thousand fold pusses.
As many colonies are known to expand
no suture nor buttress was able to hold
what was soon flowing with as many larvae
that pustulant populace soughts its own source
for water that would replenish the thirsty
was soon made the property of a horned toad.
The toad was only so named by its wishes
for toads in reality are our betters,
this species was merely an entity horde.
It robbed what it could from humanity’s source,
of love, integrity, hope, honor, and trust.
What it couldn’t fathom as lust of its loins
it found too obtrusive with sincerity.
Anthropollywog ventured to find its peers
among them was noticed a peculiar gaze
and iconic practice of sucking on ears
watch, wait, and listen, spoke the cruel oppressor:
“Do you hear the children laughing and playing?
While I must tolerate their nuisance. No more!”
Part A. In Pursuit of Like Minded Allies
Having long since heard the call for avarice
and which never rests until its satisfiedThis Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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