Your Own Little World

I think the spider's got those little green things

that crawl into my closet

I don't see them running

It must have gravitated to their entrance at my house

So they ate them as they walked into that door

My closet doesn't see them

But those green things eat off all the white green

mold growing on my clothes

I pay the spiders

I live inside their web

I live in the web



They weave all around me

I'm but their world, part of their world

They're friendly things

But I don't want to see the other members of the family

They've got to go

Hey! Salamander