Plenty of Fish in the Sea, and Which One Do I Chose?
I've reached the marsh,
The seeming end of my journey.
To be flushed in a reservoir?
Perhaps it is my fate...
Chasing for a fish in the sea,
That didn't belong to me.
This tunnel is dark,
As are my thoughts of revenge,
For that fish that led me here..
Gotta Watch Your Greenbacks
All leafy glory in one deadly place.
A boastful frog, his monotone drowning out all around him.
Each jungle bird jockey's for a spot in the song,
All syncing to the ripple of the stream.
The arrogant frog, with his ramblings.
Thwarts the beautiful song.
How unhappy is he?