Sly little snake, won’t you ever stop your hissing,
Teaching the humble it’s wealth they are missing.
With an attitude suit that cost an arm and a leg,
And platitudes leading to either harm or neglect.
Your eyes betray you when your passion ignites,
With a smile like the ice found in duper’s delight.
How right you sound when cherry-picking verses,
But the devil’s in the detail of the self-named circus.
~Poet of Ephraim