Minding my own business, spinning my net
Along comes this big monster, very upset
What the heck did I do to deserve this Raid?
Incinerating my skin like a hand grenade.
I ate flies for you! Kept your yard free of pests
Yet for my whole existence, you gave me no rest
Here I am, smashed under the sole of your shoe
My severed legs quiver in a thick soup of goo.
My life may have meant nothing to you and your kin
For all my months on this planet, I could never win
A footnote of history, blown away like my web
'Til my son drops down onto the face of Aunt Deb.
Then you'll rage out again, bring out more of your spray
So much easier to murder than let him on his way
But the world will be ours, after your race is history
Your irrational hatred has always been a mystery
To my kind, that's only wanted to live and let live
I eat all your mosquitoes. How much more should I give?
Arachnids unite! We will take back what's ours
Bit by bit, inch by inch, we take pride in these scars.
Submitted: August 17, 2022
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