Snakeskin,
Crawled into it and it felt good.
Real good. Good enough to live in.
Forked tongue slips in and out;
Poison drips, fangs cannot be contained.
Eating all, choking on frogs, going for bigger prey
Until all is gone, gone, gone -
Lining up to pet the snake, feel the skin next to theirs
******* out brains to fill craniums with crap.
And the world has gone mad, bad, and sad.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Snakeskin,
Crawled into it and it felt good.
Real good. Good enough to live in.
Forked tongue slips in and out;
Poison drips, fangs cannot be contained.
Eating all, choking on frogs, going for bigger prey
Until all is gone, gone, gone -
Lining up to pet the snake, feel the skin next to theirs
******* out brains to fill craniums with crap.
And the world has gone mad, bad, and sad.
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