photo by Elvis Yacub
Nefarious creature with six uneven legs
Three, four, five, and six
Provide perfect balance
Holding scale-giant thorax
On needling sticks
One and two feel shortly outward
Thick and prehistoric design
To incise the meal to devour
The any motherfuckin thing desired
Stately armor hugs the rolled abdomen
That leads evenly into thorax
Tapered drastically to horrible stinger
Maybe he can fly
But the wings are mere vestiges
The time long forgotten
When he was in need of instant escape
He is no-longer-pest
And so heavy now
That when he rests
He has circumference
How he chooses is his own choice
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