Snake Man James
by Betty Rickard
Friday, November 01, 2002
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Oh, what a mean old soul you are...Your, vicious words crush with horror..You feed on your meanness....You, crawl around on your belly looking for a victim to stick your poisonous venom in....Your, fangs are always ready to poison with your sharp poisonous words..
What a snake you have become...You have slithered in and out of my life like the snake that you are, just waiting to attack with your vicious mouth...You need your poisonous words to feed off of, so you can feel that you are a man..When you open your mouth the venom pours out from your fangs...You sink your teeth in releasing the poisonous words of your venom...You, make your strike on the innocent..You strike out, miss and try again.
Slither in....slither out....slither in ....slither out....Crawl on your belly like the snake you have become...You can't sneak up anymore....I hear your poisonous hisses....Listen my friends, what you do with a snake is make a snake skin....After all, he's poisonous, throw him out to the wind.
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