Amphibious Insult Like Jazz

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The frog, when looking at a man like you,

Is not impressed, not any more than in

A Wonderland a caterpillar’s view

Of Alice is majestic.  Here within

No topsy-turvy world, a frog’s a frog,

A man just fog.  The frog stares blankly at

The unimpressive beast as if a log

Has been presented.  Man is so much scat

To frog, a burst of syllables at best.

Indifference numbs up behind those eyes

That much prefers its tongue to go in quest

Of insect chomp.  This frog looks rather wise.

  He stares at you, his lips clamped shut and still.

    To him you’re like a boring sleeping pill.