When you smile at me I see the tips of your fangs peeking out from behind your lips
Your words drip from your mouth in gobs of venom
And coat the minds of those around you
Keeping them numb and compliant
              Until it is time to strike....

But I have seen your fangs
I have felt the cold sting of their bite
And I know that no matter how sweet those words
They are still poison.

You can’t fool me, little ssssnake
For when you flash those fangs at me
I’ll flash mine back
*And there is more than one kind of predator in this jungle.