I wish to use the bathroom in peace but over in a corner is an eight legged creep looking at me
he tries to move slow so he can get to my thigh but I notice cause I refuse to let him out of my sight
I turn my head for the quickest of seconds to get some toilet paper and as soon as I look back to where he was the little shit pulled a Harry Houdini to bad he is an arachnid and not just a bug
so now I am panicking wondering where he is swearing out loud if I see him Im going to kill that piece of shit
I try to go about my wiping as fast as I can damn near missing and almost getting my hand
I finish up and proceed to flush while continuously looking to see why it feels like I am being touched
I move on to wash my hands and I look in the mirror and what do I see on the wall behind me
I see the same little eight legged creep staring at me
so at this point I finally gave up and ran out of the bathroom and kept the door locked shut
- Author: sickmind666 ( Offline)
- Published: May 17th, 2016 04:50
- Comment from author about the poem: Felt like writing some thing kind of funny, I feel like most people have had a spider in the shower or in the bathroom with them before and have felt scared of it crawling on them. I own a lot of tarantulas so im not really scared of spiders, but I still hate to find them sharing the bathroom with me.
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Comments1
WOW - Great poem - expressing how we all feel about SPIDER IN THE BATHROOM ! I too like SPIDERS (and webs especially) but NOT when I'm performing my ablutions ! How do they get in ? Spiders are precious and I never kill them. I collect them (in a glass) and release them outside. People who kill spiders are mindless vandals ! BRIAN
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