Evil
He has an evil eye.
The scorpion is unlikely to stop being a villain.
Who sits quietly.
And enjoys sunlight sometimes.
And shadows at other times.
The scorpion would like a cup of tea.
He feels the sting.
When the bee in the beehive.
Won’t give a spoonful of honey for his tea.
Despite the fact that-
They both enjoy sweetness.
The rejection is stinging worse than his own tail.
So he enters the maze instead.
Where the serpent lives.
The scorpion doesn’t like tall hedges.
But wants to visit his friend.
The serpent.
He meets his friend, the serpent.
Who is a villain as well.
The serpent looks down and sees the evil eye on his friend’s back.
Wonders why he doesn’t visit often.
Well,
This maze is a little serpentine.
With evil passageways and dead ends all around.
But that’s just who the serpent is.
Ride on the serpent’s back.
He trusts that you won’t sting.
Enjoying sweetness.
And evil too.
The maze is easy when you’re with someone who understands it.
They exit the maze.
To wreak havoc all around.
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