Its pools of elastic black oil
that pulls lines and curves
spaces pausing words
a flick of a tale
a flick of a tail
tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn
U's that capture like cups
O's that don't stop or start
slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's
i hang a hammock between too Y'S
not too wise
without the h would it urt
scratching scrawls that screech of something soulless
feathered fails and faltered falls
scripts of pain and love that came before
lies that slip the silence
truths that never shared
Hope that just hopped by
Fear pulled sorry by the ear
until it shed a tear
Eating away at the hate
What words will i let go
which will i store for another
Which sword is wrnog
which rite is write
I be talking crazy when I’m off the yoppas.
But she love how I talk crazy off the yoppas.
I didn’t really want her but you know I got her.
Filled her script like I was a doctor.
Keep the tool with me, but, you I got them hitters on me.
Keeps me in the zone. I don’t really wanna hurt nobody.
Aye I up the burner, catch a body, then I take his hottie.
A bad boy. Yea, I’m feeling like I’m mister Lawry.
I got that splash in my swag.
Cleaner than a jag speeding down the freeway about 160 on the dash.
Shorty got that class and she ratchet I’m on her fast.
Ima Slytherin her and I'll put lil mama in a trance.
Something like a snake. I’m so smooth when I hit my dance.
All she did was glance, then her hands Slytherin my pants.
One look at the doc, and she's quick to wanna leave her man.
No explanation you already understand.
Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town.
I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown.
Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am.
Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and Ron are both a sacred friend.
Don’t say anything mean about Hagrid; he is my champion now.
Chivalry and determination are my mantras, said with a bow.
Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort! I scream, daring him to appear.
He Who Shall Not be Named is for me no bully to fear.
I attend Hogwart’s School of Magic, and I am great at the spells.
I leave Quidditch to Harry, as long as the Slytherins he fells.
Was that the golden snitch? I have to be on my toes for sure.
I am a muggle-born witch, but my intents are totally pure.
Hufflepuffs amuse me, with their loyalty and determination to work.
Witty wise Ravenclaws yes, but some of them are like Rowena, a jerk.
If I had been put into Slytherin with their colors of yellow and green
I would have been the angriest witch Hogwarts had ever seen.
All
the
world’s snakes
celebrate
the discovery,
Trimeresurus Salazar!
See
the
planet’s
snakes sliding
from hiding places
in our cars, gas stations, and stores.
Snakes
are
shedding
disguises
as drumsticks, long hair,
guitar necks, and microphone stands.
All
the
earth’s snakes
boldly crawl,
eager to be seen
because they want to speak to us.
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