Snake

 

We have to twine together like

Love-lorn snakes in our lyrics

And songs so

We can see where it is, why

It is so phoney when other

People dance

Yet we

Sell ourselves the real thing through

The lie of the other one’s voice in our ears though

We don’t speak the same language.

We are the

Intense of the ten and four, that is, the

Fun doesn’t stop until there

Is a full One and no two to be seen with.

No number two.

Trois is the one for you to read, Numero Trois.

B

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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