That Spider crawling up your neck
Whispering raspily that something is wrong
Stop what you are doing
Don't walk across the street
Just because the green light tells you
That you can
The green light was designed
By someone else
Out of context
Therefore cannot be trusted
Don't go on automatic and put your foot
Into the roadway
Until you have looked both ways
Or a careening car
Will surely mow you down
Without mercy
A machine
Programmed to do
What it's master tells it
Losing control in absentia ironically
Regardless of consequences
REACTS to the math it is given
Never trust a machine to do
What a Spider can do