King Cobra

When spoken to talk lightly, I have no good advice. A King of cobras answered me What he told me then was this. "There are different things to say Different things to do A different path to choose A different way that you lose. . ." I didn't hear you clearly; I didn't catch your name. Fire burns my conscience, But no one is to blame. "Others walk a silken thread, Others never knew. Little are those things I know I never knew I knew." A cobra and a liar; A Beggar and a thief! A missing intuition Without meaning or belief. "You are other things you say, You are half a day; You would answer callously And I would go away." Who would ask me what you know? Who would like your name? No one told you endlessly That I am just the same! "Walk or talk in bargains; Sell me for a price. Your conscience has the upper hand, And I was never nice."