JACK AND THE SPIDER SANDWICH
Jack the worm was a complex little fellow
He had strange desires, low self esteem and was surprisingly talented on the cello.
He seldom wanted something to eat but today he craved a very,very special treat.
He wanted to eat a spider sandwich.
Soft, white bread, butter and arachnids.
This spidery, doughy dream
seemed to him, more essential than his spleen.
But something inside him rejected this long legged treat
self loathing seeped out of his pores and try as he might, he just couldn't eat.
He hated himself, he thought he was really, really crap
So he didn't eat the sandwich. He just had a nap.
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