"a Snake"
A creeping snake that crosses my path...
Slithers side to side with evil and wrath..
I sit coy and wait for my chance..
To cross this road and hold my stance..
With silence and deceit he glides past me..
My eyes follow as I am soon to be free..
Out of sight he goes without a sound..
Now the air is clear and safe is the town..
I push my chair back in and wait for another..
Because in this work place we are in, they're
not your brother..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010
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