There is a spider on the wall in the bathroom
It has to die
It has to die
It has to die
Its one of the big fat ones
Not like the daddy long lets under the sink I hold a truce with
It has to die
It has to die
It has to die
I feel like they’re all around me
It has to die
They’ll begin their assault at any second
It has to die
I’m too afraid to do anything else
It has to die
It has to die
Resolve
Put it in a glass cup
Knock it off the wall with the broom
The one you were going to use to sweep up its Raid soaked corpse
Put it in a glass cup
I do
The spider won’t crawl up the sides
It has to die
Resolve
Slide the cu across the floor
To the door
And fling it outside
With Raid close
Just incase
The spider seems angry
A leg breaks off
Dirt collects in the cup
A leg breaks off
It tries playing dead
Only to be forced to its feet again
My moving it along in the cup
Fling spider!
It is stuck
It is in pain
It has lost two legs
It seems
It has to die
Spray the Raid can once
Air
Twice
Air
Three times
All forcing it under the door jam with air
Spray Raid can fifth time on tinier spider
I see passing by
The one has got me so freaked out
It had to die!
Still just air, blowing it outside
Another time on the now six-legged spider
Struggling
Shake can
Spray
Chemicals
If it had a god
Did it pray to it?
If its life flashed before its eyes
Who did it see?
Who will it miss?
What were its dreams?
More struggling
Last spray
Chemicals, air and death.
It had to die
It had to die
It had to die
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