Thursday, 17 January 2013

Arachnid Anachronism

Sometimes I think that you want me around
As muscle, to hustle
Or lend you a pound
To loosen a jar
For lifts in my car
To Ikea
I fear
It’s never too far
For me to say no
Some balls, I should grow

I should Coco.

And when
All the men are inside ya
Like the clown, I’ll always be stage left
Catching my breath

Trapping a spider.  

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