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Boiled Frogs

Boiled frogs ...

Boiled frogs can jump out.
But they don't know what's happening.
I know what's happening.
I can't jump out.

Boiled frogs are remembered.
They don't remember themselves.
I am not remembered.
I don't exist.

Boiled frogs endure.
They die but there are more.
Always more.
From that WHORE called nature.
Bounding forth
with hopeful arc
swimming and playing
always sure
the boiled frog endures.
I do not endure.
I wither away.
Dust that is discarded
someday.