September 2, 2011
By Drakeon BRONZE, Arlington, Massachusetts
Drakeon BRONZE, Arlington, Massachusetts
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I weave through
in my elaborate way
making art
night and day

Making a net
to capture the critters
making art
to capture the critics

“Hey bugs,”
I'll say,
“Rest in pieces”
from night to day

When the people
are all finicky
and the bugs
are all panicky
my job is done
I've had my fun

The author's comments:
My family has this ongoing inside joke that my dad made, his name is spider. Now i know what your thinking, 'what does that mean?', it means exactly what it says. my dad was trying to entertain me and my brother with what you would usually call "mister hand" except he is a moron, takes everything literally, thinks "spider language" is just gibberish and can translate into whatever he needs to at the time, bases his gibberish language around the word GWEEK (well word like thing anyway) and he is my inspiration for this poem.

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