There is a story
Told to children
How rattlesnake
So meek and mild
Was stepped on
One, two, many times
And the Creator
Loved her
And gave her fangs.
I, too,
Have earned my fangs
And with my words
Envenomate the page.
So unless you have
The antidote
Don't tread on me
On the dark side of the moon
Where I lie coiled.
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