Snakes Poem by Rodney Dufault

If a two-headed snake can find a way to survive;
Are they a mistake? Combined vertebrate? They're alive.
For eachothers sake they grind away and they thrive.
They know what's at stake, even designed in disarray. What a drive.

If a man who just aches can find a way to devise
a plan to overtake his mind and the grey of the skies;
Then he can partake in mankind before the day that he dies.
I just can't shake that they remind me of snakes in disguise.