Cobra feet - Thunderbirds Are Now!

Make believe

Practicing to deceive

Fake mirage

Dressed up in camouflage

Crimes

Jail

Posting all of your bail

Please behave

Roll around in your grave

Yes, it’s a mess

But we’re here to clean up

Yes, I confess

It’s a mess;

we’ll clean up

Aghast

Appalled

Whatever it is called

Erect

Tall

Like a good animal

Ears

Eyes

The last breath before it dies

Teeth

Blood

Roll around in the mud

Yes, it’s a mess

But we’re here to clean up

Yes, I confess

It’s a mess;

we’ll clean up

Who picks up the roadkill when it’s dead?

Who reads a book they can’t comprehend?

Why is blood blue while we see red?

Who understands a thing I just said?