Snake Charmer
I didn't ask for you to come here. Don't tell me you walked on water you liar. You are not Jesus. Not a saint. That's why you're here. Don't you think I don't know what it means, when monuments crumble, and the arch you pass under collapses? I know how it goes. I know how YOU go. My body knows the score. Each time you pass me under the lights of the signs all over this city, you return to your woman, and call my name in your mind like a curse and an orgasm intermingled. Yeah. I know the score. I know YOU. So empty, you think I could fill you. I'm something you can never get. Something money can't buy. It's that money that keeps you locked up, and you should be locked up somewhere. I may snake around you, and I may do so for only my amusement, but you are the one who slithers all the way home, with the memory of my scales still tight around your craving throat. I strangle you with a lust you hope to cover up. Yet, you tell on yourself. Everyone knows.