Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Snake In The Grass

Where’d you come from?
Are you running away?
Grab a chair, sit down,
You might as well stay
Maybe you’ve got
A lot to say
I don’t know

Are you leaving
Something awful behind?
Are you drifting?
Are you wandering blind?
Getting lost could be
A good way to find
Something else

This could be something
That isn’t the truth anymore


Yeah I’ll sit down
But there’s not much to tell
I’m not drifting—
I’m running like hell
And I’m here with you
‘Cause it happens to be
Where I fell

Almost everything
I see I hate
It’s like I’m born
Into a nightmare fate
And every move I make
Is always too late
To escape

A bunch of bastards
Have me trapped like a rat in a maze


No use confessing
These messes to you
I may have no clue
As to what I should do
But believe me, mister,
I ain’t looking to you
As some guru

So thank you, old man,
For being so kind
I really wonder
Just what you have in mind—
You prob’ly want to take
A bite out of me
From behind

Every damned thing
In this violent life has a price

(Everywhere I pass
There’s a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
Won’t just let you pass)

I’m a lonely old man
That much is true
And a grass snake hisses
Through all that we do
And if you’re insisting
That this is your truth
Then it’s true

But do these monsters
That you hate so much
Have an absolute
Hold over us?
Are they more mighty
Than the wind or the touch
Of the sun?

Care to join me
In a good strong cup of black tea?

Maybe later
We can ease our feet in the sea




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