– boa contradictor –

Slithering around… up-

on the ground.

Such deadly moves… for

there’s no sound.

You’re wrapping around… too

tight, I’m bound.

A deadly tongue… is

what I’ve found.

~

Slick talk into my ear, but

they’re only words.

Sick walk now makes it clear the

illness I’ve heard, so go and

squeeze… squeeze…

and fool your own self; now won’t you

please… please…

seek out your own help.

~

~

D.J. Whisenant

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