The Woman Who Didn't Know She was a Snake

She knew the man who didn't know he was a snake
and thought not very much of him
he'd killed her shadow once
he'd stolen her dead mice, twice
he’d live in her garden for days
gawd, right by her prize sages
And she could never go to a board meeting
without thinking of him out there slithering
Did he know his slithering was slime?
Well, if he did and didn’t care
he ought to care
She once laid her eggs in the break-room
behind the refrigerator where it was awful warm
but they worried on her
he was known for eating others
even though she had wrote her name on them
In black ink
Anyway, how could he be so stupid?
He ought to care