Integrative Analysis
Had a friend over last something or other. He complained about the spiders. I have his laptop. Had a techie friend of mine put Mint on it.
This is the first text file on the visitors new operating system. I suppose I’ll file it under poems.
Please excuse the spiders in my corridors
I keep them to catch real flies
Cause I can’t catch my thoughts
All the little lies
Crawl round my head floor
Crowded million mildewed feet
Keep me from the door
Yea and I’d be dead from the insects
If I didn’t have spiders
Like regrets
To eat up all the scattered scurryings
Of the faint and flitting things with translucent wings
Please excuse the spiders in my corridors
You may think it sick
But see how clean my drawers
Its my favorite trick
With full eight legged precision
We weave our checkered tablecloth
This is the decision
Here there is no sloth
Though it may appear so lazy
There is no madness in the method
I’m not crazy
I clean with silk
These halls are fit for God
Are you of higher ilk?
Please excuse the spiders in my corridors
I was in India
For a summer or maybe more
Then Came the spinners
From mills in Lydia
Passed beneath my door
Now I admit some guests
One of whom is you
But such requests
If I were to speak true
I can’t fulfill
If you feel ill
All I can offer is pray…
Please excuse the spiders in my corridors
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