Written May 1995
One fanged snake ?
Don’t bite me…
The scar from last
still there you see.
However, your sting I do like.
I can’t play now;
for it is night.
At night I hide,
from your venomous eye.
When you slither past me;
Get on by.
Reality is set.
No more lies.
One fang snake.
Please.
Pass me by.
