Spineless

A spinelessness,
Will always find a way...
To slither out of control.
Whether in attempts to convince,
It isn't what it is.
Or pretend a warm heart exists,
In a 'thing' that is nothing...
But stone ice cold.
And those who are spineless,
Eventually show themselves...
When their backs are up against the wall.
And their venomous tactics have been exposed.
Showing themselves to be ssssnakes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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