Bullfrogs Burn Poem by Nathan J. Bogart

There was a Mexican boy who had trapped a
Bullfrog in a canister and poured gasoline on it
Engulfing it in flames, watching it incinerate with pleasure
I couldn't decide whether I wish I was the boy
Or the frog

There was a Caucasian boy who had broken
A Pray Mantis' neck and then slowly devoured it
Bite by bite
Still, I couldn't decide what I'd rather be the boy
Or the Pray Mantis

There was me, a skinless boy,
I had done nothing, but wished I was other things
And I knew it wouldn't take much time
Before I was incinerated
Or slowly eaten, bite by bite