I let a net catch me once
as if a spider had gotten me snared,
and it felt tight, it was snug
and for a minute it feel right.
When you resist, that's when
trouble begins, when free will
ain't stronger than the vise
or the cuffs, and because you
like to squirm, well there's
problems with that.
The more you move, the
louder you yell, somehow it's
connected to black baton compel,
and sooner than later, your neck's
under a boot and your heart's in
a hold, no mercy in begging.
I've tried to be tough, and suffered
the webs and got floundered for
lunch, and the spiders that got me
are large as men, and yet i go back
and go back, again and again.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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