I’ve heard
That when buffaloes fight
It is only the frogs
That suffer
And so they say
A frog in a warming pot
Does not realise
It is being cooked
Poor things
So soft
Thin skins
In every story
The frog
Is fucked
Just like people
Never realising
How they suffer
At the hands of others
The last to notice
They’ve been trampled
Unstuck Monsters 