King Cobra Snake

poem by: Justin McElveen
Written on Sep 01, 2021 

Even the master king cobra would die from my blood.
Die as it slithers away with little food.
And I would laugh as the king cobra does after biting me.
Laugh while I sit on this cloud, crying, making it rain below.

I would sit and laugh as I eat a freshly baked cake.
A cake with virgin cherries on top.
I would cut the perfect little slice too.
Cut it just to throw it at the broken walls.
As I sit making it rain below.

 

Tags: Dark, Deep,

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Christopher Russon commented on Sep 23, 2021 at 12:57pm
Nicely written more to this contra than meets the eye.

 

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