you must feel every vibration
from the ground as you slither across it
with that tongue of yours
so sharp, black and wet
and those eyes
the intensity of those
green and black orbs
as they cut through your victims
sending quite the chill
popping up their spines
the sharpness of those teeth
the whirl of that hissssssssssss
that echoes on within my brain
every time that i see you for days
your leathery dry skin seems to
crackle in the sunlight
as you coil and look me
directly in the eye
with your sinister stare
and bare those long and crooked fangs
you eat your rats whole
and you don't even spit out the bones, do you?
is that supposed to be...impressive?
and the noise oh that shaking from your tail
that seems to loosen the very sky itself
and knock everything within such
a tightly packed world out of place
i guess i can't say that you don't come
without a warning
and me, being no fool, will yes
most definitely heed that
so i bid you a good day
and i hope you have a nice life
or at least as nice as it can be
in the cold-blooded little world
in which you must live
and i will turn and slowly
(well...maybe not so slowly)
walk away
and find a better way.