A fish round your neck..

A fish round your neck and a snake in the grass,
A world looking on with a barrel of straps.
Point at the snake, he has rolled in the hay,
Both eyes are open all of the day.

No soothing for eyes which clearly turn red,
As he slithers away, through your picnic spread.
I robot, he watched through your neighbours window,
Still, all he saw was a thievery ..him though.

The people have lives and the world spins much quicker,
When they place thier favorite sayings on the favorite cars sticker.
Sorry for snake, the beating of drum?,
Nobody cares, least him, Satan's lower hands hum..

Could write it he thinks,
Truth in selfs, selfs reasons.
Splits away curses,
drops dead in the seasons..

Lesser n lesser,
Hisses way.
Cares not for roll in,
or out of the ...ssssss