11. The Bath
I am a spider trapped in the bath The sides designed by non-spiders To generate cheap laughs I miss my family and some of my friends This loneliness can send a spider around the bend I wish I was a fly, a wasp or bee I wish I was anything but a spider like me Outside this place I did not see a spider like me Just thousands of spiders I didn't want to be So I went on a search and found myself here A lost and lonely eight legged sightseer So I sit and I think, but I can’t do the math It seems like forever I’ve been in this bath Spiders before me have struggled to get out Most don't live past the big shout Shall I create a Great Spider God And praise him for saving me from the bog? Maybe if I repent and give him amends He will send for help and my other spider friends Or shall I clean and polish up my soul So it glides with grace through the distant plug hole? Outside, the webs I have spun will soon dissolve in the noonday sun I’m out of ideas and too tired to run ...