Troglodyte II

Third-eye-blind and belligerent,

Slime prowls cities and villages.

Trogs wear the rinds of men they find;

Stricken dead, 'fore they knew they'd die.

A message, for all female-sexed:

Do nothing less than to egress!

Amphibious feet, tadpole seed;

Greedily feed on mother-steed.

Two-faced fetus: diprosopus,

Birthed beset with ichthyosis.

Disposable, but not a waste.

They inspire a special hate;

The kind of hate some love to read:

Literature; cautionary!

Trogs! As dim as their swamp gas-lights!

Stalagtite tongues, stalagmite bites!

Everyone! Run from Troglodytes!