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Cobra Feet

Make believe.

Practicing to deceive.

Fake mirage.

Dressed up in camouflage.

Crimes.

Jail.

Posting all of your bail.

Please behave.

Roll around in your grave.Yes, it's a mess,

But we're here to clean up.

Yes, I confess,

It's a mess; we'll clean up.Aghast.

Appalled.

Whatever it is called.Erect.

Tall.

Like a good animal.Ears.

Eyes.

The last breath before it dies.Teeth.

Blood.

Roll around in the mud.Yes, it's a mess,

But we're here to clean up.

Yes, I confess,

It's a mess; we'll clean up.Who picks up the roadkill when it's dead?

Who reads a book they can't comprehend?

Why is blood blue while we see red?

Who understands a thing I just said?

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