Tuesday, May 16, 2017

the staring at the door

The king cobra dances
On the soft grass of paradise
Sipping off his rich quick wealth
Surrounding himself with his flock

No agency dares to knock in
The staring of the door only
It is just for formality
Show the badge walk away

Nobody wants to get poison
Hit on the face and eyes
Knock the door will be a long time
Until the day the king cobra is caught

Now the snake catchers linger on
They will wait for an opportunity
The king cobra knows his day
When his power is gone

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