Mechanical spiders that run the show
Have silver webs to spin beneath my skin;
But I’m switched with my doppelgänger twin:
The old matron at the med counter knows
Fanciful notions are easy to kill,
With a cup of water and standard pill.
Give a lecture about anatomy
Until each dream is replaced with yours;
I work to dust the cobwebs from the doors,
And sanitize the floors ‘til spider-free;
At the end of the day I say, ‘Yes, ma’am!’
Then fall asleep, and wonder what I am.
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