He moves with sophistication
Without worry he consumes
Gliding through life
With a destructive appetite
Concerns of no one else
Only self absorbedIn his ways of deceit
His forked tongue slivering
Up and down the spines
Of those who believe his lies
As he slivers on carelessly
Like the snake in the grass
That he is...
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