Controlled Confusion

Pace the house,

let the Devil tap you on the shoulder,

and contemplate,

"what is reality, really?"

Then walk all the way

back to God.

Lit Serpents

Men and women of letters
there is a food chain
of which you ought to be aware
or warned
depending, I suppose,
on where you be at.

Book worms,
there are lit serpents,

lit serpents
there are uninterested folk.