Spider Man


a spider got caught
in a web of foul deceit
it itself had wrought

A spider spun, right from its rump,
A web of deceit: its name was Trump.



Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2020-10-19 at 02:24

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Peter Humphreys
The poem captures the subject in a web. Beautifully, if that is the right word! Cheers, Peter
2020-10-21


shells
Great comeback and I loathe spiders!
2020-10-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with the others. It's great to hear from you again.
2020-10-20


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Good to read you again, Rob. Welcome back!
2020-10-19


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the conceit and the political edginess of the poem. An absolute joy to read. :)
2020-10-19


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Rob! What a pleasant surprise this morning; so happy to see you :) As for the spider here, I'd advise it to not stick around too long if it cares to not get squished! ;)
2020-10-19