Something like a crab it was It contained electronic components It showed up in my tent uninvited like a pest
And I had the stick to battle Because I had to stick to the battle Stance was perfect knocked it a couple times , battered its sides - its top , missed a couple times
it crawled all over my motherfucking leg !
The thing moved like a crab it wasn't a crab It kept coming back , like my flaws and my guilt and my bills
"Help me mother. The crawling computer keeps coming back ..."
But she stood at the back
Not much help that woman was.