Venom
Venom of the serpentines
Runs in one’s fleshly blood streams
Deficiency of the spleen
Or blame all on a bad dream
Poisons do twist the mind’s seams
Illusions of children’s dreams
Images always of schemes
Listen to the children’s dreams
Skip a rope, soap a poor dope
Morality runs down slope
How long must human hearts cope
On the world’s slippery slope
Don’t upset the apple cart
So say they are all for it
Stand they all say for something
While all fall for anything
Plead I take up your own reigns/reins
The venom run in one’s veins!
Selah!
Copyright © John Freeman | Year Posted 2011
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