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The Frowntain Series // Part 2. Pork in the fan


King of the Big Shrimp turning Pauper of Prawns.

Love this!


Dilapidated by the Tilapia! Hysterical!


Must Reads:

1. CP foods denies link to invasive fish.


2. CP Group a no show at panel meet on alien fish.


3. Blackchin tilapia invasion reaches Bangkok


4. Something fishy afoot


5. Cash for a catch: Thai government wages war against invasive blackchin tilapia


6. Controlling BlackChin Tilapia will take 3 years.

7. Govt seeks source of alien fish influx in 16 Thai provinces


8. CPF REAFFIRMS IT HAS NO ROLE IN SPREAD OF INVASIVE BLACKCHIN FISH


9. Lawyers Council in Thailand set to file civil lawsuits over blackchin tilapia



Finally… oh, well, well, your cannibalistic monopoly has kicked your ass a boot full.


The primary suspect is a cliche… job snatching...money laundering… slave driving… deranged scientific experimenting… prostitution promoting CP group!

Climax.


10. Biothai Links Thai Farm to Blackchin Tilapia Spread


11. Groups demand urgent action alien fish saga


Always a convoluted & delusional defense.


Smoke and Thunder, you moth-rotten Chearavanont clan.


Devastation upon overlapping Devastation.


Exhibit: Fresh out of the stinky sock of this world of gloomy morality.

Even your fish can’t stay in its lane, you scandalous scumbag!


Need to sterilize my keyboard after dirty dancing with your carcass mire group.


What do I hear?! Sirens blaring.


Carcass Group plummeting… into an extrapolated bedrock of a fatal climax.

Looks like the ocean’s spitting you out citing your vomitous misdeeds.

Say hello to the muck and mire, you scum.


Carcass Group, getting forked up.


Like mayhem in a beleaguered ball room, he’s being spat out by the seas.

So many alibis yet brazen denial by this clan of monkeys.


Conspicuous plaintiffs taking carcass group, to the cradling grave.


Chicken stars far from 5, into the netherworld…a spiraling path they’re about to pave.


Little water turtles. Squirtles of dirt.


Knock, Knock, Prawn here!
// poetry

Knock, knock, who’s that?
An evil boss cutting jobs.
A midget controlling the burners to life,
Fiddling with the regulators of many hobs.

Dispossessing you from your own destiny,
Handing you a mortifying shovel or plumbing knobs,
You used to be an architect of vivid dreams,
Now you’re actualizing visions of many builder bobs.

My old rugged boss, he promised “future prosperity”
Told us to look for a diamond in the drain,
He orchestrated a conniving system of inflation,
Saddled up on his donkey and took his throne on the crane.

He put together a weak act in motion
In my home country called “Five Star Chicken”
He weaselled out, placing us in the line of fire,
For the many angsty Indians he duped, poverty stricken.

This vicious dog keeps selling dreams
From his venomous Chinese Fangs
Covets promising destinies to himself
Coercing you into prostitution or one of his many extortion gangs!

I say, “To hell with you, Chearavanont!
You piece of infested pork,
I’ll throw you in the fan this summer,
You’ll never touch Indian spoon and fork.”

Fork Off!!


 

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