Backstabbing, underhanded collection of creeps
Picking the pockets of beggars while they sleep
Spitting out rhetoric like the poison of snakes
Flicking their tongues out is all that it takes,
Gutter crawling, bile spewing, with villainous intent
Striking at will until they are spent
Forked tongued messengers, two faces smiling
Notoriously fickle, falsely beguiling,
This nest of vipers embroiled in asp venom
No warning rattles to alert their coming
These slithering serpents with scaly dry skin
Coiled Medusa’s rhythmic and thin,
Watch out for fangs that bite hard and deep
The rancour spreads in the company they keep
Cold blooded humans in Reptilian form
Only worthy of pity but mostly of scorn.
© Martin John Sabine 2017
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