Come into my house,
Said the spider to the Fly,
I have something to give you,
That I think you will like.
So into the house she went,
With a twinkle in her eye,
To see the spiders offerings,
And have some nice pot pie.
But soon after entering,
The Spider begin to change,
And what he had to offer,
Would really mess up the brain.
The POT was not a pie,
But a weed that you would smoke
It made her feel so bad,
But the spider said, take another toke.
Then he told of the job he had,
For that sweet little fly,
It was keeping his buddies happy,
And drugs were the reason why.
All you little children,
There's a lesson to be learned
Don't go into the house with strangers,
Or you may not be able to return.
ALONZO G. Tillery sr.
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