I am the spider
Who sews the whole web
An agent of shadows
that fled from the lab
I need no thanksgiving
Though weaving I weep
I feed from small bugs
That mess up your sleep
I am the spider
I survive the falls
I ran away from the rain
Set home on your walls
I once was the seamstress
Of tissues you've crushed
Does your room look clean?
My whole family seems deadly brushed.
