Fodder To The Frogs.

You either make it in this world, or you don't. Survival of the fittest. What will you do?

I can hear the crickets chirping,
and being swallowed whole
down a throat of hollow ribbon,
into the frog's gut bowl.
The crunch of broken legs
as they snap against his jaw.
Kid, you never really had a chance;
you were born a riddled flaw.