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The Spider

By tgb

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

I am the spider I crawl I spy the world below I see all I spy the man Raise fury’s’ hand I spy the wife On whom it lands I spy the brother Crawl into bed I spy his sister Who he makes bleed I spy the grandma Who stinks of piss I spy the grandpa Gripped in Dementia’s kiss I spy the baby Cry for its meal I spy the mother Shoot up, forget kids appeal I spy all this Am I appalled? No, I am the spider I crawl.This is not about a spider. :-) Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 10:29 PM PST   0 • 9

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