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[ PM ] Serpentine

           
When you lie down with serpents          
one is bound to crawl up your          
ass          
         
Seeking their approval en quantity mass         
they slither outta holes in the wall          
to stroke your ego firm and tall        
as of you were nothing short of    
special          
         
Snakes on a plane,      
     
       It's true!    
   
Snakes on a train        
       
       Oh, so true!    
     
Snakes in your automobile          
making you feel as though          
you are God's gift to Humanity          
in spades         
     
giving that sad sack face of yours          
a temporary face lift          
appealing to your Vanity;          
     
Shades of insanity          
having lost your mind          
slithering among your own kind          
in Serpentine City         
     
Snakes!      
     
       Nothing but FAKES!          
     
Hey!        
     
       Whatever it takes!          
         
And you wonder why    
your soul        
aches      
for    
authenticity          
         
     
     
     
        
         
         
         
         
     
previous version    
     
   
Always Tipping The Scales      
        
When you lie down with snakes          
one is bound to crawl up your          
ass          
         
You're just asking for it          
with that blown ego as if          
glass          
         
way out of proportuon          
always seeking          
mass          
approval          
         
And they come          
out of the woodwork          
from their holes in the wall          
to fool          
         
no one but you;          
         
stroked firm and tall          
most of all, treated          
as nothing short of          
special          
         
It's true          
         
So true          
         
Snakes on a plane          
Snakes on a train          
Snakes in your automobile          
making you feel as though          
you are God's gift to          
Humanity in spades          
         
giving that sad soul of yours          
a temporary face lift          
appealing to          
Vanity;          
         
shades          
         
 of          
         
insanity          
         
Having lost your mind          
slithering amongst your own kind          
         
Snakes!          
         
Nothing but FAKES!          
         
Hey!          
         
Whatever it takes!          
         
The very reason why          
that soul of yours          
aches      
for authenticity          
         
Welcome to the jungle;          
this city of fallen angels          
who can't back get up          
without a boost;          
         
wings clipped          
clinging to the only roost          
they've ever known          
         
The die is cast          
         
Glassed          
         
Blown          
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
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Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 2nd Nov 2021
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