[RCL]

To Croak or Not to Croak

In this bog, agog, I fear extinction
So pray that You, eternal One, will grace
Me time to sort my sins, ask forgiveness
Which Your holiness gave me before.
Your immutability guarantees
A just assessment of my mottled self
With mercy both for me and mine unbounded
Here, fully stretching shore to shore.
Your omnipotence created all
We know. You are, of course, omniscient
And omnipresent as I now pray for us,
All humble in this world of pad and lily.
You know if pollywogs and I will survive
And wake again within this pleasant pond
So blessed with butterflies and bugs.
O Gog of all the Bullfrog bogs and species,
I croak, Afrog.


Martial Law, soon.