The Spiders

The spiders take the little things
Like dust and crumbs
Just a bit here
A pinch there
You may begin to think
They’re doing you a favor

The spiders crawl up your legs
And take your straight gait
Onwards to your back
For a few degrees of motion
You may begin to think
You don’t mind the absence

The spiders creep into your kitchen drawers
To claim the forks and leave the spoons
That you’ll count each day
To find another one missing
You may begin to think
That’s just how life is

The spiders dig into your brain
For a bit of rewiring
As they sneak out with the gray matter
And the memories from when you were young
You may begin to think
You deserve this

But they’re not doing you a favor
And you do mind the absence
This isn’t how life should be
And you don’t deserve this

But what can you do?

Stomping them works
But your legs don’t
Bug spray helps
But the price keeps going up
And your exterminator doesn’t believe
That it’s really so bad