Ode to the Dead Spider On the Wall



You’re dead

With the flick of the flowery sandal I ended your pitiful life forever

No more creeping

No more crawling

No more leaping

from web to web

Without a moment’s hesitance I smashed your sorry body into the wall

And although your leg still twitches

And I heard a sickening crackle

I felt not an ounce of remorse at all

Not a care for the kids you left at home,

For the wife that you left to carry the burden,


Not a care for the webs you spent days spinning,

For the food you endeavored without a winning,

Goodbye my eight-legged freak,

My hairy little friend,

I bid you farewell

I will not linger over your life’s fall

For you are just another dead spider on the wall.


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