Beelzebufo
I hang about the bog and croak,
And blow out dark Satanic smoke;
I puff my chest, and own the law;
I am a loathsome carnivore.
I'm hungry. Look into my eyes,
And watch me as I hypnotise:
Be wary of my nether region –
I am Lucifer and Legion.
I'm back and forth across the pond,
And even dinosaurs are conned:
They see me, and they hesitate,
And then they hear my chest inflate.
My mouth is very, very wide,
With vicious teeth, which are my pride;
There's some who'd call this smile a grin.
Come closer, stranger. Just hop in.
I swallow you by slow degrees;
They called me Mephistopheles,
It's wasted on me, your applause:
See this, the slaver of my jaws.
Darfur, Chechenya, Basra Road –
No, I'm no fossil frog (or toad):
I kill at speed, I kill in slo-mo.
Best call me this. Beelzehomo.
