A spider is responsible
For spinning his web
As intricate as can be
The purpose is if possible
As much as he could nab
Flies flying through he

He streached his net tightly
He build his castle of web
And sits the king on his throne
Waiting for morsels of poetry
To plagiarize then to add
New words and calls it his own

Now he'd ask what's bad about it
I'm minding my own business
I'm just weaving writing along
Hold on mr spiderman wait a minute
It's their ideas you took as your best
It's their invention their words their song

And words are free flying by
And what is caught in your net is yours
Spiders and insects can't talk to one another
They're of a different world as one try
To snare and one spent precious hours
To toil only to provide as food to others.