The Man Who Didn't Know His Snake

In the candlelight his shadow would slither about
Attack Attack Attacking the other shadows
he left when all the other shadows dead
When first warm spring sun come to shine
he unwind hisself from his own coil
went to kitchen with his impression still
stuck deep in the laz-e-boy recliner
At the grocery store little boys poked him with their celery sticks
mothers casually reading expiration dates on bags of expired dates
he bought dead mice at a discount
On Tuesdays routine was his head to be lobbed off by the farmer
Life difficult
He knew 
he different
But how special?
How was he more bright?
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