Constantly seeking approval,
the spider weaves its web.
It’s less concerned about the mosquito trapped,
the opportunity literally begging to be devoured.
The spider weaves and weaves
on a flimsy bed with a broken headrest,
a torn mattress, and a grimy bedspread.
The spider wants its web to look great
the spider wants a hallelujah
the spider thinks it’s Jehovah Jireh
can you say, ‘Please! Fucking see straight!’
But the spider won’t listen anyway,
it’s waiting for a non-existent cameraman and
constantly seeking approval
the spider will keep weaving its web.
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)
Originally published on The Literati Mafia