Misconception
I can't see in all directions
Because although I'm a recluse
That doesn't mean I have eight eyes
Or legs, or other spider things
But my words are venom
Used to paralyze my victims
And ensnare them in my web of deceit
Misdirection
Review your skewed perception
My forked tongue speaks in circles
But I don't walk on my belly
Or shed my skin
But my words are venom
Used to paralyze my victims
So I can swallow them whole and store them in my belly
Misinterpretation
Take another look at my skin
I might smile like a Cheshire cat
But that tea is getting to you
A very merry unbirthday to you
But my words are venom
Used to dispose of my victims
Deception and subterfuge are the tools of our species
And that's a f*cking shame