no thank yous

when we talk on the phone
a spider made out electrical wires
and computer chips
crawls out of the receiver
into my ear
and connects with my brain
taking over every bodily function.
i can't think.
i can't breathe.
nothing to say.
no time to say it.
the spider lays its eggs
in the wrinkles of my brain
then dies.
when they hatch,
my head explodes
and fills the world with
garbage, stupid ideas, and parasites.
bringing on a new age of shit and piss
that seeps into everyone's pores
and eradicates all living cells.
no thank yous are needed,
no thank yous are ever needed.
but you're fucking welcome.