Rancolio the Toad

He visits every town in England
Every Pueblo nestling in the hills of Spain.
His bourgeois re-entry is vulgar and hostile
But you wont see him smiling unless some-ones in pain.
I shudder to think of the mess that he's making,
Conjuring flesh that's not meant to see light
And as he fishes for prises in the girls lifeless carcass
The eyes of his children burn bright with delight



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