Snakes

Theres no peace in this world
from ravenous slime and
slickly covered thieves.

they hide behind open door,
under foot, Taking of your,
whatever they please.

What is it they steal? Your
time, your breath, the wallet
your possessions.

Do they take what is yours?
insipidsmiles, that draw from
sorrows deep dimensions.

They are sick with all the things
which they want, beg entitled.
at least in their minds.

Take your speech, your vision, maybe
your sanity and sometimes your
life. no bother to remind.

You are a wanted man, you and your
fine belongings, do they hiss with
murdurous, fabricted intentions?

Do they whisper what pleases? do
they dare to what teases are
these the things you want?

Your pocket is a home of green
and gold. These apathetic
gold diggers haunt.

They leave you weary and tired
do you search for something
Anything more?

At last you see the light.
Will you return them, kick them
haste them to the door.

And they never even said thank you.