A Bug's Life...

I bought a bottle of expensive liquor this eve to impress a boy.  What silliness is this?  I know better.  I know better than to impress those unimpressible.  You're not affected by anything other than your cocks and they are the most boring of all the appendages.  Seriously fucking boring.  Too small.  Too lame.  Never enough or what you thought they'd bring you.  Save your effort girls...it makes no matter.

I was in the shower recently.  It happens to the best of us.  I turned in time to witness a large, creepy(they are all so) nothing but legs sort of creature in my bathtub.  He made great strides in avoiding the tumultuous waves of soapy, tepid water;  Crawling upwards behind the curtain I figured he had made it and briefly forgot about his struggle.  A few bubbles and precious seconds later I see that he had lost his battle with my awesome water pressure and succumbed to the fierce tirade of H20.  He fought briefly before I aided in his death.  But the point of the matter....he fought.  He did not go gentle into the good night but battled against the dying of the light.  Why?  He was a fucking arachnid not like any other born 350 million years ago.  How many have existed in that time...unimaginable.  Yet, he wrestled with his death like it meant something.  Perhaps only to his fifty thousand new borns back home or for the love of a good arachnid woman he once knew many a millennium before.  In the face of the abyss he or I suppose, she, disputed with great vigor its untimely and surprised end.  A bug.  A creature so tiny and insignificant we squash and wash them down tub drains.  Its skirmish with the black cloaked devil ended in defeat and I witnessed the endeavor.  Where do we fit in to that scheme?  Would I fight with such tenacity?  Would I realize the imminent end and continue the struggle til my last breath evaded me?  Who knows what we're all capable of.

If a spider can look death in the eye and for whatever reason tell silence itself to go fuck itself...how will I find myself in such an instance?  Will I have the wherewithal to defend my existence so furtively?  I sure as fuck hope so.