Hypocrites shed tears like shiny snake skins words rolling thru the southern air the scent of flower mingles with Jack Daniels and Cutty Sark the last snake skin slithers to the floor where black baptist feet have danced in ecstasy they turn away to begin again manicured fingers shufflung the same stacked deck with the ante raised | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAPPY LOVER by PHILIP AYRES MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SHUT OUT by KATHARINE LEE BATES A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS CAELIA: SONNETS: 6 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 1 by JOHN BYROM |