The Black Pill

The spider on my sleeve:

There was a spider on my sleeve
I don’t know how it got there
I told the spider on my sleeve,
“Be gone, for I wish you not there!
I don’t like spiders very much,
And if you don’t go away,
I’ll squish you into spider mush,
And flush you clean away!”
Said the spider on my sleeve,
“Are you quite through? I’ve traveled rather far, you see,
So, please don’t be so cruel.
I only wish to rest a little while on your arm.
And maybe we can chat a bit and I shall do no harm.”
And so we chatted through the night,
And into the next day.
I must admit this spider had an awful lot to say.
He spoke of this and he spoke of that,
He spoke of these and those.T’was such an interesting chat,
With whom I thought a foe.
Then he paused to my dismay,
I pleaded “Please don’t leave!”
“Oh, I had no intention!” Said the spider on my sleeve.