It counts fish pills on Saturday,
and willingly speaks in fuzzy tongues.
It's a muppet frog; direct cousins with
the tip of Howard Cosell's microphone.
one dead leaf hand alongside the prickly
pear of a hidden face. (When a tear falls in
the brain it cannot be emphasized loud
or loudly enough) Green's a bitch to burn!
a pocketful of mornings, a myriad of opiates,
maybe moonlit Mondays, and 3 god-damned
mocking jays yammering 'everything is shit,'
when it's actually just avocado or commando.
[for this prompt]
