Snakes and Glass Boxes

She’s lives inside a box,

That sits inside a pram,

That’s covered in grubby marks,

From everyones groping hands,

And It wheels around the desert,

The god forsaken land.

 

Theres a wholesome little girl,

In an unblemished pink dress,

Wandering through the auburn forest,

Mucking up her white tights and shoes-

A snake appears,

She strokes the friendly venomous creature.

 

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