House Spider Poem by Christan Bowen
House Spider
drink in the death
your so high
like crystal meth
but the bible so long ago
said I walk to and fro
but did they know
I had eight legs?
one of the dregs of society
scurrying across floors
I can come inside
when you open up doors
spray, and I wont go away
roaches may die
but I only learn
this is an exchange
and i'll get my turn
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animal
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