r u a cobra in coil
Sheathed in smooth scales?
Slithery creature
Do u believe dat ur real?
Hood half spread, u hiss and spit
Usually shy and nonagressive
Fearful under ur swaying glare
Retract again in the hot clear air
Crawl, climb, coil, crush
u cant swallow me head first
Slinking over the desert sand
Save ur venom, im not ur man
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