The Spiders' Marathon

The track spans long, the cracking of dawn and The chance of what's yet to come Cold air tears your eyes, and you are the prize at the finish, A prey paragon And those in the crowd Who know what you've found Cry "get out while you can" But the sirens sing sweetly Their affirmative song At the spiders' marathon So meet the contestants, eight legs begging questions From "who?" to "what's your excuse?" Among them, abusers, misusers, excusers, losers, accusers, I ain't calling them truthers And though you should see it coming a mile away, A marathon's got twenty-six And so when it's time, you'll always get on With the Spider's marathon The runners are off! The tapping across the track Has just begun Some much too fast, some far too slow And some refusing to run You know what you see You know what it means You know you don't have long, but To live you must lie and the Legs can be sweet if you hope for the best The bias confirms and your mind is at rest So consigned to misfortune, resigned of your sense You write off your thoughts as doubts or distress And you pick your favorite, and breaking the rules You run into his web and into his cocoon And he sucks out your blood from the veins that protrude and *scream* But the effort was made, the betters got paid The audience flees the stands Those who once knew you pretend not to know Pretend not to see you struggle and hope But hope it is gone, your blood has been drawn Your skin floats in the wind And thus we conclude a textbook run Of the Spiders' Marathon So authors and writers and poets laureate Put the pen away Praise not what leaves you broken, betrayed And place a bouquet on the well-deserved grave And the moment you see them, those terrible legs Get out while you can Lest you sit back, raise a glass and live long To the Spiders' Marathon Lest you surrender, tie the knot and live long To the Spiders' Marathon