weaving the web the spider spewed
cursing the pattern that was all askew
a collision of attentions can't be just intention
let's hope that the light will shine through
this foul product of anal retention
you dare to protest
and act quite beseiged
while you play the puck
and flaunt your noble deeds
and when it comes time
to be called on your bluff
you recoil and act like this dance is too much
that you are a victim and misunderstood
but trust this my darling
it's for your own good
it can't be done for you, though there's plenty who would
sit at your feet and bask in your glory
and confirm for you - your tragic story
it couldn't possibly be that you are splendid as is
that the truth is apparent and oh gee whiz -
what if it was the key to salvation but only a momentary waystation
you might be put off your true path so fair
and wind up in a life of despair - as if you could say -
that this is how you expected it
already caught and trying to forget it
it is what you asked for thought you might not think so
how else do you think you're expected to grow
you must rise to the occasions in all ways that come to mind
you can't hide anyway - spiders are not blind
but they are all over inside your pants.
no, that's just the sensation you get when you catch my glance