Snake Around My Neck

There's a large slithery snake 

                        Coiled around my neck

And this afternoon it showed it's fangs

Delicately curved, almost graceful in appearance

                As if incapable of inflicting harm

But those fangs, those fangs are hypodermics

Primed with poison

There is no fooling me

          I know I have to take my silvery shiny sharp knife

And cut off that snakes head

Before it has the chance to sink those fangs

                      Deep into my jugular

Flooding my veins with certain death

Of my soul if not my body