"Spider! Spider!"

Spider!
Spider!
It was crawling on my head!
And now it's only dead!
What was going through its mind?
As it was crawling across mine?
What was its last little thought?
Before the farm was bought?
"Explore!," it might have said,
"For soon we all are dead."
"Kerthunk!," I replied.
"Get the fuck off of me, you shit."