Python

I was swallowed by his hands
Overtaken
Bruised till I was bland
Yet I still made the bacon
And I still washed the pans
I was ready to take on
All his fairytale plans
But he drank all my contents, gone
Like his empty beer cans
Or a state fair stuffed python-
Because he had won, and conquered me
Just to have left my body on the lawn

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