Scorpion

The scorpion came to the riverbank
Wanting to get to the other side
He spied a duck that was swimming by
Asked if he could give him a ride

That wise old duck just smiled at him
And said my friend you must be high
If you think I’d let you on my back
Do I look like I want to die

The scorpion smiled right back
Promised no harm would come to him
I’d go across myself he said
If I just knew how to swim

He finally convinced that fearful duck
Using his worldly charm
Off they sailed across that river
In the sun so bright and warm

The scorpion, just about half way across
Started acting the nervous wreck
Suddenly and with no warning
He stung that duck in the neck

The scorpion said as both sank down
It’s nothing personal against you
It could have happened to anyone
It’s simply what I do

A zebra cannot change his stripes
And an owl must be true
If you ask a fox why he’s so sly
He says that’s simply what I do

My lover asked, why you run around
And make me feel so blue
I said it’s not your fault you see
It’s simply what I do

John Frazee resides in Boynton Beach, FL, USA (temporarily) He also resides under the impression, that like the infinite number of monkeys at the infinite number of type-writers someday he will accidentally create something worthwhile. He relies on you humans to evaluate the results of this experiment.

Published in Skyline magazine, OMNI magazine, The Horror Zine, Twice the Terror: The Horror Zine Anthology, Death Head Grin.

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