For Print 2
In the garden of pious sobriety
one finds snakes of every variety
engaged in the usual blither
the slimy denizens slide and slither
sharing the same poison, bitter
fangs dripping with theocracy
unending coils of mobocracy
deadly in hypocrisy
In the garden of pious sobriety
I, the lone denizen
I carefully choose my poison
one made of grain, not venom
yet potent enough to benumb
thus I am able to not succumb
to the venom of my slithering peers
so becoming the sum of all their fears
I walk by, spreading bonhomie and cheers
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