You’ll crack a hip
straddling
a black snake
Wreck a wrist
clinging to its
barbed-whip reins
Things will change when
you’re in the chains
Wise up son for
rowdy boyhood
might make for either
a grimmer manhood
or a more joyful one
You decide the road
but all must lead through
blacksnake riptide
slashhand chains and
wristsnap buck and roll
getting through is all
in how
you ride
