From spite, for what He chose to style a crime,
God stole my hands and feet, my legs and arms,
And left me as you see: all head and spine,
And gave me fangs for teeth, cold blood for warm.
Did He think to stop me thus from doing harm?
Stole it away.
Called the cops.
Chased the thief.
Knocked him down.
(That was the snake)
Swallowed him whole.