Snakebit Sunday nights
Full of cobra fang pints,
Like off-rhymed lines
Or undercooked rice,
take awhile to pile up
but taste like nosebleeds or pennies
halfway through Monday
And it's not always a bad thing...
So bring the bees in your bonnet
When you come to play dice
But, if the spirit is with you
Just loosen its tie
And hold your misgivings down tight.
The ride won't be rough,
But it might get surreal.
Sealed lips won't sink you, though.
Up the ante, charm the snakes
And sup on sterile rumors
'til the talk starts to abate
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