As a spider weaves it\'s web
I start to ponder
On it\'s existential dread
Can I see inside its head?
The patterns are very intricate
Fit to catch your food with it
But this topic\'s pretty delicate
So will there be an end to it
From straight down
Till it loops around
This will be the prettiest
Web in the town
But I been here too long
I\'m feeling weak and start to think,
Is it wrong to be
A spider critique?
But it\'s been going for hours
And I never had the powers
to turn art into flowers
instead of something for the hour
Shattering my human ego
I decided it\'s time to go
Because I\'d rather see a spider a spider
than an artful foe