Old Tom's Dts
Old Tom crawled out of his home hole
Beneath the tavern on the square
When I was only ten years old
And dared not see what was not there.
He told me Main Street had a snake
And raved about its uncoiled size.
I watched him tremble, piss and shake
At hissing deep beneath his eyes.
But I was ten, too young to see
That every caring has its cost.
The serpent was not real for me--
It had been bred from what Tom lost.
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