DOCTOR VENTRIL

A nightmare dreamed 1978/9/22 by Chris Wayan

You lured me in your office, baiting me with empathy.

"I hear a baby cry in there" say I.

"Can't be one but let's go see," says thee.

My spidersense tells me there's something strange: afoot:
Either that baby's deformed and has no foot
Or has too many,
how many?

Tell me the truth doctor
Show me the truth doctor
Show me the child, doctor

"Yes
You guessed.
Let me lock the door
So no one will see..."

Then you spin to me
with fragile baby's cry,
Sank your
venom
fang
in
my
I
wish I
suppose I should wish I
hit you I cut you I shot you
or quietly
died

Not fought for an eye for an eye
By stinging you too.

For that's what I tried.
I gotta eat too.
With spidersense, I get by.