Sticky Toe

What's with the Lizards and La Migra today? One tail grows back and the other just grows. Trying to stop the human tide is as pointless and ideal defeated as it gets, save for maybe a war that can't be won against a faceless enemy that wears no uniform, but for their looks of disgust which won't wipe off; and that we all have to wear now. I say save the Frogs, and between the lines subliminally, that means stop breathing. Hard to get up a cult for I know, but you said you really really, you know, cared, about the Earth and the small furry things and you know, all. I knew you were my first convert then, and that I'd never ask you to drink the kool-aid and that after my last sermon we'd break for the lightest duvets in St. Moritz on our way to darkest Kolkata after Mumbai, and onward into the foggy as fast as the sloop will sail and pirates allow. That Junk ate my Dhow you Ketch, I'll see your keelhauling and raise you a flogging, show 'em.