Dead Snake Blues

If "snake" is what you call me,
than "snake" is what I am.
It's exactly just what I'll be,
I'll bite your feeding hand.

You catch me and you're happy,
I'm frightened and alone.
If you kill me, make it snappy
or let me slither home.

When I'm angry I will warn you
Not just once, but twice.
If you don't leave, I will scorn you
Your blood will turn to ice.

As my poison rushes through you,
your eyes will start to swm.
I tried to tell it to you
properly and prim.

You just lift up your shaky heel,
I scream and try to run.
Down it comes (a glint of steel);
the sound is like a gun.

My head is crushed beneath your boot
You're triumphant and you grin.
I'm dead and bleeding, black as soot:
Is murder not a sin?