mr smith was a busy man
with a master plan
to reconstruct humanity
into the way it ought to be
he had a castle on a hill
that embodied his iron will
and estates scattered over the planet
like flowers embedded in granite
where he could on occasion relax
and leave behind numbers and facts
and when he was feeling sated
with the harsh world he had created
he had a secretary named sue
who did not have much to do
and whose function was to please the eye
of petitioners and passers by
sue wandered around the castle grounds
and her eyes grew very round
her constitution was quite sound
and she weighed one hundred pounds
she saw a frog sitting on a rock
sipping a glass of bock
sue felt neither pleasure nor shock
but engaged the frog in small talk
do you not think life is strange
and could be better rearranged?
of the amphibian sue enquired
for an answer she desired
you seem without guile
the frog replied with a smile
choose your own style
it won’t last but a while
you see that lawn chair
over there?
you can put it in another place
neither smile nor frown will grace its face
living creatures are much the same
it’s all in the game
they can be moved around
but it is all the same ground
just then the sky grew dark
and a bolt of lightning hit its mark
on the frog’s wagging head
and he was dead
miss sue was perplexed
and wondered what would happen next
as she ran for shelter through the rain
she vowed never to ask questions again
she served mr smith quite faithfully
for about a year, and then she
got the sack for being too old
a familiar story, quickly told
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