Decayed hands thrash the stolen drum and soil the earth.
Pilfered cash and pitied coin rattling and rolling into spiraled death.
A knave selling hemlock root as carrots and rhythmic mendacity as truth.
Peddling waves of putrid air hidden in phony bouquets. 
Infecting lives through spoiled sounds from tympaned tongue.
Yet, as the music loops and the drumming echoes;
As the bouquet withers and rotted hand relents;
As the swindling circles;
So too, will the hungered snake find its tail.