Spider in Your Tip Jar

Something in the money

Black and white with evil eyes

Is it scary? Is it funny?

A bite is what your kindness buys

Buried down beneath the bills

She watches from the shade they give

On the 5, on Lincoln’s eye

Dead presidents, forever still

Feeling trapped and all alone

She needs to sink her teeth in deep

Dark blue glass becomes her home

Till a hand can set her free

She’s seen your eyes, watching her

She climbs the walls, but can’t get far

When she escapes, she’ll make you bleed

Beware the spider in your tip jar