Someone in the Reddit chat said I should write a poem about "toilet spiders". I was tickled enough to oblige. For my more uptight readers, it should be noted that Arthur Rimbaud (among other decadent poets past and present) employed scatalogical themes in their poems.
Toilet Spiders
From the shitter spiders emerge.
Aroma wafts from the mattress,
I've sweated my soul into it,
summer heat turns the stains
to smelling salts. I start to
stealthy scuttling, cat squawking,
Styx perfume beguiles the air.
I laude the lidless militia, members
multi-wondrous, asses venomous,
fur coating their limbs dangle glucose
dollops. I wallow. Toilet spiders got
their vulgar throttle.
Lips chapped we chat liberation.
I'm already greener than March.
Arachnids retreat. I beat late night
to the punch. I wake to eggs, webbing
a peculiar tongue pattern. Praises
vileness made flesh, muse maker
unrepentant.
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