BY MAYA GREEN
They dance their delicate dance
A very intricate, and nuanced one
Like spiders, weaving a clever web
In its transparency, there is a catch
Of the victims they can’t see, unaware
Lulled into a trap, so carefully laid
Of their same bed, you must not share
Not with adders and other snakes, to add
They will sing the same song, as you do
As to its meanings, their’s is their own
To break bread with them, you’d still do?
Or set in your heart, of them you’d disown!
Open up your eyes, before it is too late
You’re already losing your pants, and more
Joining in this dance, will only end in regret
Of your birth right, it’s stolen forever more
