Frog Kissing

Frog kissing at midnight
She wanders the streets looking for a fight
And you might find her
Lifting up her dress
But please turn away, please turn away,
Please turn away.

Shunted into the gutter
She sings her call of a crunched vision
As if an insision had removed her sense,
She tries to block all the pipes
With ten of her fingers
But she’s trapped to the point
That she looks like Christ.

In the pub across the road
They laugh and place bets
As she falls and wets
Her skirt and top
Infront of a tipsy crowd,
Lucky for her, they don’t care.

And as she gets washed away
They don’t care
And as she screams
And her skin tears
And her morals buckle
And sanity snares
They don’t care
They don’t care.

I’d put her up for the night
But she stinks like vodka
And friends would get sus,
And she probably scamper round
Like a chick without its head
The needle with the brain dead
Injecting on the count of three.

Running around
Drowning around
Screaming around
Swallowed around
Dying around
Falling around
And they wander the streets at night
Looking for frogs.