These spiders on the ends
of my arms fly
without rhythm
just doing whatever
my wrinkly CPU
says to do
make it up
or follow the rules
but never on
eight little steps
eight little stepping stones
to the house
walking in the mud,
staining the carpet
with a reddish smush.
His wrinkly CPU is
shorting out
and that is why
we have mud.
And why we stab our feet
walking through the house.