Hard life

To AnaSofia:

I feel ugly

I feel green

And while I work

I could eat a fly in between 


There are moments in my day

When all I do is think

And I think Of all the things I feel

And now I think I feel a horn on my head


Oh the weapons I possess!

Between my ugliness and horn

And survival skills – I guess

I am just mean


I mean no one will kiss something green

And warts are contagious to hand-holding romantics

And life is just hard

Life is hard when you’re a frog