A poem written by Lee Sonogan
“Make sure you cut the grass low so the snakes show” – Banky W.
Every great story seems to begin with a snake.
An observer who strikes without warning,
Forked tongue and fake,
Serpent incarnate that is conniving.
A slitherin hiding in the blades and brush,
Attacking when no one is aware,
They bite down in a rush,
Then the reptilian/s returns back to their lair.
In testing a man’s content of character,
See how they use power behind your back,
Do they support you as a friend or act as a competitor?
If cold-blooded, either sunlight or shade they lack.
Taming a poisonous snake is as difficult as,
Making peace with an enemy,
Filled with self-inflating gas,
Their lives are lived desperately.
No matter how many times a cobra sheds its skin,
The poisonous glands are prone to regenerate,
You could pop their bubble with a pin,
Although they will fight back with fallacies in any debate.
Feared and hated for centuries,
This metaphor remains vivid and current,
Beware of morally questionable treacheries,
Reaching out a hand may get you burnt.