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Old greedy blister toad,
brown and rooted, he is
surrounded by mossy scum,
squat-padded among the lilies,
too green with rage to notice.
Swizzle-tongue swats at flies,
he splat spits his beady hate
in a black glare of marbled stare
and glowering grin, grinding gut
that churns out pity, starved
for the want of a fatty gnat–
a wart on a brimming pond.
In the gaze of the other 
