Kissing Frogs

Frogs, they leap from leaf to leaf

Out of no where they just leave


 When hungry they could eat

So many bugs they pile inside them indeed


 Slimy and gross they could be

But if we don’t kiss them

How we would know if there is a prince there for me

There is not other way to go

Kissing frogs is the only way to know

one, two, three…

And you see them leave

After you kiss them if is not a prince

You will see the warts and slimy skin

They come and go, I kiss them all


Where it could be my frog prince to be..

 I don’t like this fairy tale

It’s not fair to me


 The frogs wait anxiously

For their kiss

Then they smile and leap graciously and that’s it


 My conclusion, unfortunately

They are all frogs, there are no prince

how this could be

It’s like living in a swamp

Where Shrek and donkey lives

 Frogs, frogs, they are everywhere

is like the swarm on Moises time

 They are in churches, behind the piano

and singing praises

They preach and have big ministries at their feet

 They are professionals, they own their own businesses

They wear glasses and a tie

They say Hello in the mornings and they are polite

 They drink beer at the bar

Having fun is the only thing they have in mind

 Kissing frogs is the only way to know…

if there is a prince behind the slimy skin

and the croak


                                                   (memories from the past, thanks God I did found my prince, he was behind of one of those slimy skin things…) 2013



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