There's a spider in my bath tub, where it's sunniest.
The sides are so smooth he can't climb out.
I am an unfeeling god, far too large for anything but observing.
I might help if I knew where he needed to go
but slipping around on strands of my hair,
I doubt he even knows.
I'm far too large to feel his plight,
my mind wanders to soft skin and pink underwear,
matters of true freedom, obviously.
While I wasn't looking, he escaped.
(This ending is a lie.)
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