A
dogs bite is very soft
A
frogs kiss is very sharp
A
rock leaves bruises red
And
what is left of you in the end.
A
throat ends up turning blue and soar
An
eye is ruined with a sharp cotton swab
The
moon swings from side to side
The
clouds sway up and down
The
mud is stiff like leather
The
belief of a perfect world starts to fade
Nothing
is right these days
What
is left to believe of this backwards world.
