Snake, where do you come from
& where is it you go to from here?
Where’s the rock under which you hide
ready to strike, at unsuspecting innocents?
Changeable demeanor, in your deck of cards
Misbehavin’, poisoning the facts of life
Deception in your bag of tricks
Loathsome misfits of society
No honor among thieves
nothing good up their sleeves
caught with their pants down
when formal attire defines the night