Every man worth the name
has a yellow snake in his soul,
seated as on a throne, saying
if he cries: -I want to!-: -No!-
Lock eyes with the fixed gaze
of Nixies or Satyresses, says
the Tooth: -Think of your duty!-
Make children, or plant trees,
polish verses, or marble frieze,
the Tooth says: -Tonight, where will you be?-
Whatever he likes to consider
there-s never a moment passing
a man can-t hear the warning
of that insufferable Viper.