No Grasp for Asps 

​Shit talkers and bullshitters holy feces/ I don’t consider them part of my species/ too many jackasses and these beasties/ deep down are just candy asses, Reese’s/ kill with kindness but I don’t do it sweetly/ I’m more of a carnivore if you meet me/ ignore the fruitcakes it’ll all be peachy/ ignorance has nothing left to teach me/ up on a soap box sounding preachy/ so the masses of asses can’t grasp or reach me/ the snakes, the asps can’t ask or beseech me/ can’t task, can’t tax, can’t wax, can’t leach me/ until you gasp, until I’m rasp and screechy/ the vast massed left aghast won’t blast or breach me.

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