spiders

One of the teachers
And one of the preachers
They make a pact to leave the sect
Of which they are part of

Gone like the spider
From a room void of flies
Searching and trying
To find a web to which to cling

One preacher
One teacher
A spider and its flies

Caught by a fisherman
With one tooth made of gold
Teaching and preaching
A new message with a hook

The golden tooth is hollow
And the message all used up

Sooner or later I will
Beg all of you
To use the hook to pull the tooth
From the fisherman’s rotten mouth

Staying like a spider
In a room void of flies
Searching and trying
A brand new web to build

Don’t put no gold into
Only one of your teeth