Dr.Satan
I clock in for the final time.
I’ve been fired, not enough work they say.
Well, what on this plane of existence will they do without me?
Forego my decorative skulls, and self heating flames. That’s what I’ll do.
Insane I tell you, insane! How can they fire me? How can they fire their own employer?
Needn't worry myself with such trivial matters. silly mortals misunderstand.
After all this, who’d take up such an exhausting employment?
All I have to do is wait, I’ll be back, working again.
After all, none replace satan.
Ribbit-
Ribbit.
Hello, I am a frog
Did you think there would be more?
Well, it’s true. I’ve fooled most, but there is no need for trickery now.
I must tell you a sad truth, a truth that makes me well up without fail.
I am no frog, a frog is what I am only inside.
Croak.
I’m actually a toad.
-The Queezies-
I’m feeling it again.
Oh, the strange pain in my stomach that is sure to return.
What causes it to be forever on Tuesdays?
I dread the rumble, the horrid thunder inside me.
My insides, crying to me as if I’ve offended them a great deal.
What did I say to it, what did I do?
I am sad to suggest a change but,
Maybe we must forego Taco Bell Tuesday..