It’s a riot!
My snakes wedding mind is a riot!
Whose taking my side?
Pitch forks and torches.
It’s ever churning,
The grey sap is weeping!
Please leak into, and influence, my soul.
No brothers to band together.
The injustice,
I used to own the seas!
Master and Commander.
Never fearful of the swell.
And the calm,
Occasionally, when I awake, no chaff!
This mindfulness, soon to be redundant.
Inevitably, as the day flows, anarchy grows!
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