Avarice Incarnate
The spider
whose web I've been
crashing at
is getting kind of
sick of me.
I guess it's about
time I strike
out on my own, and see
what I can
make of myself.
I stepped onto
the sidewalk,
and wouldn't you
know it, there
she was;
Adorned by fluffy green
earmuffs
and gaudily over-sized
plush boots,
she was a low-fat
dessert for the eyes,
a paradox for the soul's
deciphering probe to
jab against.
Perhaps she was
the very realization
of my pewter daydreams
molded by tepid steam
from makeshift
ovaries.
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