Sometimes I wish I was a spider
I’d make a subtle web
spun from the finest silk
and wait for a fly

I would make my home an artwork
to be seen by all the world
sparkling in the dawn,
invisible at dusk

I could crawl wherever I pleased
my only dread a shoe
thrown at me in fear
and they often miss

Sit upon the ceiling, watching
as another world passes by.
Another fly-on-the-wall
is just a meal

The venom in my mouth would not
come just from my tongue
I would destroy with my fangs
and not with words

A short life, and morbid
living on a death-trap
with no friends at all
even my mate wants to eat me

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Original notes:
Have you ever wanted to be a spider, and just be really small, and completely ignored?

This poem, and its counterpart are both inspired by a web I drew. I couldn’t decide whether to have a serious poem, or a fun poem so I chose both, read my other arachnid poem two…
Did you like that use of ‘two’ to also mean ‘too’… um, I’ll go now…

New notes:
I wrote this poem while I was at university. I found it recently and thought I’d give it a re-airing. It was originally posted here.

RodeoClown: just like flies.