croc
ballad
i was digging
crocodiles in the valley of nile
for eggs
it was the seventh
year of famine
and the pharaoh
was reading book of the
dead giggled by
tadpoles in his fountain
even before the
pyramids
long before
domestication of milk
egg-white was the
cheese
other landmarks
lined the horizon at the time
temples were but
pile of rocks
the biggest thing
was baobab
and lions were
shitting bad when masai
trekked
smell caught in
the sands of amazonia
rotting wood in
madagascar
found a thorn in
gorilla's tooth
those were the
headlines
but i was childish
in smell patterns
armed with
catapult precision was my feat
the era of gold
preceded birth control
and babies smelled
really gad
excess in wheat
destroyed boogie gods
ditches ruined
nests
pushy bushmen
founded katanga
and now where do
crocks fit
amazon isn't a
river anymore
fins are soup and
wings are crisp
cheese is but a
smile of me
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