Here I stand
And there you sit
Coiled in your karma wheelchair
Mired in the dysfunctional
Muck of your life
The hissing motor
Convulsing like you used to
With your cursing forked tongue
Licking the air wondering how and why
I am still breathing
In the aftermath of your molesting bites
Spitting out the venom of your touches
Laughing and smiling
At the fact that on this day
I win as I walk away
From your reptilian ways forever
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