The Spider

a spider can descend on you at any time...at any place... on your foot...or in your face... it could be clean...or dirty... but in any case... life could be good... or a poorly run race... it doesn't really matter dressed in rags or dressed in lace the spider can come, and in that case... you might have sprayed.... around with Insect-Mace... you might have smashed him with a quick enough pace... but even in your bed, your very special place clean and warm... and full of cozy grace... if spider comes...and he's of a race... rancid with spider poison and lack of concern about you and your case your a_s is gonna be kicked into a nasty place... you'll wish your enemy... would, instead.. be the one who'd have it to face... now Sunday choir now streams of religious grace... now crying mourners moans... weeping... tears run down their face... church pipe organ groans so sadly no time for sense to chase... fate has struck, once more... and shown its unkind face... your fate was truely sealed and the spider's won this race.