Adder Seafarer - Eniac

This adder’s kiss

I’m wettly threatening you with

But I’m a shy snake

I’m crawling low with my head down so you won’t notice me

Ran away

When I came clean

But the chances are you’ll feel this way again

She thinks all us snakes are men

She Knows all of us are sailors with our hard hands, and our foul mouths,

and our rough chins

If I had to find the bigger sex —

Sorely out of luck, but never looking up

So afraid of everything

It’s amazing that I breathe

And our foul mouths

And our rough chins

Your soft chin

My rough chin