Deep in a cave, dark whispers stir.

I didn't have time to learn the song, but I had time to make a spider costume.

Oh shit! Those legs look like dicks. They look like... I didn't have time to learn the song, but I had time to make a spider costume.

Oh shit.

Those legs look like dicks.

They look like, they look like weird spider legs.

They look a lot like... Guys, it's Spy Dick Man.

Spy Dick Man.

Spideckman. Friendly neighbor. Okay. Ooh. spy dick man spy dick man

friendly neighbor

you may think

you may think I'm a very big spider

with nothing but venom inside

and spool upon spool of thread in my bum

For my web, eight-legged and eight-eyed

But that's not the sum of a spider

If that's what you think, oh for shame,

I was once, yes for real, quite a very big deal, and everyone knew my name.

They knew my name. And being or so, a child is born. Here's the theory that I am proposing.

They are special, I know, because I was one, the gifted,

the musically chosen. I could harness the song in the world to my whim, twist a tune into wings

and then fly. With mild hocus pocus, write a magical opus, then if anyone heard, die they all knew my name and they sang it in praise and if they didn't sing my name the hell I would raise by which I mean murder.

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