The Spider

There's a spider inside of the bathroom.
He's turning my heart into mush.
He's shaving his legs with my razor
and combing his hair with my brush.

He think's that he is invisible
but I can assure you he ain't.
He's breathing up all of the oxygen
which is making me dizzy and faint.

There's no use in closing the door
as in turning the key and in locking,
because late at night when I'm fast asleep,
he'll come into my dreams without knocking.

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