Self-Sealing (A Tribute To My Ex)
Sneaky Viper, stealthy indeed;
Lonely lurker;
Lower your chin;
Your bite hurts, but does not bleed.
Scaly vixen of the crooked race;
Focus on me;
I see you;
Prey for food, I am not your taste.
Tall grass, low to the ground;
Slither hither;
I am self-sealing;
Venom makes venom, turned around;
Crouching worm, lunge at me;
Thin and fast;
Take a bite;
Spiny armor, you do not see.
Your kind, I know you well;
Seek your week;
Fight the goose;
Keep away, fear my spell.
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