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​Spider
Don’t you hate that you have to live with spiders
And love all living things
When they leave their sticky mess behind
Ants crawling on your kitchen floor
Flies that zip in and never out
When you open the window for a breath of fresh air
And spend the rest of the day and night harassing you
You love nature, sure
Enraged by global warming
Miles of dead coral, pesticide poisoned fish
Plastics piling up in the oceans
Stripped bags hanging from trees
Toxic sprays and desertified arable land
But still, why did that spider, ant, fly
Have to pick on you