Embassy

                     


I realized I have no spiders in my house.
I tend to believe the Eastern view of them,
that they are actually harbingers of good luck.
But I refuse to go invite one in.
That's just asinine.
There is a certain thrill to be had
when a hairy one appears out of nowhere,
creepwalking near your bare foot
or near your face while asleep,
a spider somebody calls a wolf
to give it even more evil glamour.
As though it needed it!
Such a beast reminds us
that nature laughs at manners,
and more often than not
we will kill the thing swiftly,
without provocation or need.
Nature just doesn't want us
to get too comfy is all.
Sometimes nature freaks out
and says "What did you think
I was anyway? A fucking hotel?"
When nature does that, watch out.
(Something terrible but completely
natural is about to happen!)
Spiders are just ambassadors
of the nature we want to forget.
Poor Ambassadors.



Or perhaps the poem is better briefer...


    Spiders

Such a beast reminds us
that nature laughs at manners,
and more often than not
we will kill the thing swiftly,
without provocation or need.
Nature just doesn't want us
to get too comfy is all.
Sometimes nature freaks out
and says "What did you think
I was anyway? A fucking hotel?"
When nature says that, watch out.
(Something terrible but completely
natural is about to happen!)
Spiders are just ambassadors
of the nature we want to forget.
Poor Ambassadors.