you ran in my room
so quickly
it took a second to figure out
what the fuck to do
I turned in my chair
looking for a shoe
unaware that I was wearing them
you ran up and down on the wall
behind my desk lamp
the light shining in my face
I kept losing you
you’re so fat
I saw you under my desk
near the baseboards
and I tried to kick you
but lost you again
you’re here somewhere
I keep feeling you
crawling up my leg
I don’t know where you are
it’s freaking me out
I can’t concentrate
I’ll never be able to
write like this…
the world is on fire
as it always has been
the dead walk
in the flames
of the mediocrity
of this horrible
fucking
life
you see what I mean?
fat hairy spider
you fucker!
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