You’ll crack a hip
straddling
a black snake
Wreck a wrist
clinging to its
barbed-whip reins
Things will change when
you’re in the chains
Wise up son for
rowdy boyhood
might make for either
a grimmer manhood
or a more joyful one
You decide the road
but all must lead through
blacksnake riptide
slashhand chains and
wristsnap buck and roll
getting through is all
in how
you ride
Dark Matter 