The Snake

Creeped up, a barstool ciggarrette
Over that dark, brown, lonely counter
I saw a maiden wearing her sunday best

She murmured to me about a man, deadly
He lay as a snake among our misguided feet
He was disguised with the most alarming subtlety

So I watched as the snake reared its big and ugly
And while all the drinkers at the bar
Knew not of what was about to come about
I felt easy

When I was the last remaining in the shack
I creeped eerily, carefully, peering
My thoughts flocked about and forward and back

The snake had bitten, I had eaten, I had been beaten
The apple lay at my feet, motionlessly treacherous
Truly my dull demise was more than a little fleetin'

So I watched as the snake reared its big and ugly
And while all the drinkers at the bar
Knew not of what was about to come about
I felt easy

Forgetting all over and once I had been lost
I turned my head towards the one last memory
Reaching into my eyes, it turned me, washed

Realizing the demoralizing truth beyond
I will now force the snake to eat itself
And bury my fruits within its laboured reason

So I watched as the snake reared its big and ugly
And while all the drinkers at the bar
Knew not of what was about to come about
I felt

Ready