NEST OF SNAKES
A nest of snakes showing
Where one day wanted quieter
The day serene and peaceful strut,
Trying to be less well milder
But from what I gather, where and when
The weather does not appear in this style,
And when folly, and finally distill
I get poison, returning
I translate the reality of this world
Where I delve with terror
And I see my portrait mirror.
Because they could be serene
Gradually I also lose direction
Drinking which certainly gave the luck.