I cannot stand Poetry, I just want to say something

If something was a spider it’s crawled into my throat

And actually it's just going to stay there I think

I went to tattoo never settle and stopped after never

I look like how I feel    You don't see me

If something was anything I’d tell you

Something unclear about it

So really don't listen to this next part

I cannot stand Poetry, I just want to say something:

If something was a spider it’s crawled down into my throat

And maybe it’s died there