
A/N: No snakes were harmed in the writing of this song/poem.
He rolls his eyes
When I tell him I'm a grown woman.
That says more about you,
Than me, Mr. Sensitive.
/
You can't handle a bush,
Or some extra body rolls?
You hate all these titties,
Because I don't look 12-years-old.
/
Sounds like you're a perv,
Sounds like you're a problem,
Sounds like you need to trip,
And fall into a snake pit.
/
Don't worry, baby boy,
Only one of the snakes is venomous...
Calm down, gimme a smile,
You know you really want it, bitch.
Maybe you shouldn't have dressed like that,
Maybe you shouldn't have tempted it.
The body has ways of shutting that down,
If you really don't want to get bit.
/
Oh who I am kidding,
You're all allergic to irony.
The only cure for your condition
Is a match and some gasoline.
/
Don't you dare tell me
I'm bullying these sick motherfuckers.
These bitches auctioned kids off
And probably have pictures of your daughters.
/
Sounds like you're a pedo.
Sounds like you're a rapist.
Sounds like you need to be
Lowered into a snake pit.
/
Don't worry, baby boy,
Only one of the snakes is venomous...
Calm down, gimme a smile,
You know you really want it, bitch.
Maybe you shouldn't have dressed like that,
Maybe you shouldn't have tempted it.
The body has ways of shutting that down,
If you really don't want to get bit.
/
I wish this was a world,
Where the evil got punished.
I'm starting to believe we died,
And went to hell for our sins.
Sins against humanity,
Sins against the planet,
We should have stopped this years ago,
But we were too fucking blinded,
By the false hope,
By the damn news
We rather believe in comforting lies,
Than the ugly truth.
/
You should worry, everyone.
All the snakes are venomous.
Rise up, overthrow them,
We're the only ones who can save us.
About the Creator
CT Idlehouse
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.



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