KING OF THE TOADS

King of the Mountain
King of the Road
King in his own mind
King of the Toads.

Slimy and spongy
A squishy, cold feel
Like a rotten banana
Inside an old peel.

Sweat drips from his face
Oozes from his skin
The smell of a Big Mac
He’s gorging again.

Eyes gifted from Satan
Skin.…. a bright, shiny orange
Was this creature hatched?
Could he have been born?

Needy and greedy
His hand  in the till
No asking forgiveness
He’ll rob you at will.

He’s wishing and hoping
Musk gives a crown
Pure solid gold
Weighing five or six pounds. 

They have quite a bond
So hard to believe
Each one has an angle
A card up his sleeve.

Trump.…as the puppet
Musk.… the puppeteer 
So right for each other
Their message is clear. 

Can we call ahead?
To make a reservation?
Straight jacket  for two
And, a really long staycation.

So ….. who’s going to rescue us?
Liz Cheney, AOC ?
Someone needs to step it up
Save our democracy!

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Image: Google Images. Etsy.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

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