I used to steal his milk-money, and hope, but now he has The spider. Now he's fused Head and thorax together Day, or night, in all weather He controls the spider. The trigger fish is fast asleep In an ocean current Plankton warm then ripen For this whale's last meal But the whale knows not The spider, just the lobster. An older spider underwater Good in Maine, and with butter I want to have the spider I have to keep the symbol I must solve this riddle. I will have the spider. I should have invested his milk - - money more appropriately Now allow me to condescend Since I am such the arrogant autodidact A bully full of bullshit I can't possess the spider I wish my bravery Was a little bit wider Than the highway I came here upon. He is tarantula boy Child born all hair Look out for fangs When lights click quick Shadows race center To form absolute blackness Where compound eyes lurk To nestle you in web, drained corpses, and mathematical perfection I am jealous of the spider Say "You're not", and you're a liar. Here's your milk-money back Now just let me go fluid-filled Not one drop lacking... Jung was right to blame The spider, I was wrong To stay inside her.