Serpentilian Poem by Ripper Jones

It had eyes that slid at and in
Glazed over they had a look of
A lake with too much sunshine
With ice that refuses to break
Eyes that followed and led
To unspeakable-unseen events
To the carnage through cretins
And egregious pleasantness
So pleasing to their ear
The sycophantic snakes too near for comfort
Built for speed in this mindless wasteland
Yet there was vulnerability
As each pealed skin reveals
Masks of pleaded innocence
And all other respects of prison-mentality
Institutionalised beyond recognition
The great fear of mortality
The dread of knowing, we must do something to forget
To wipe our dreaded mindset
Of the vast terrifying empty unknown
That exists but does
Not quell gloomy feelings
Which cause more-mere morbidity
And derail the sense of belonging
In the face of intense nihilism and
Alienation -Insanity - death
And bizarre contrariness
Which follows us daily, like it or not.
Nevermind our determined determination
Which after all is as absurd as Camus' death