Strong handshakes
same old in the makes
my name, your name
must we keep it so sane?
I don’t care for your politeness
I’m not afraid of what’s inside us
a crew of apes
and fanged snakes
don’t fret, just imagine:
words in tooth mark shapes
laughter in strange fashion
an orchestra of mistakes
maybe you’re not one for landscapes
we’ve met now
the kindness I imitate
with the questions I bid
are what you appreciate
too late now
welcome to the crazy
you’ve just been bit.