Another

It's another
Freestyle
Void of form
I was born
With spider's legs
With wicked webs
With worried ways,
Whoa,
It's not mysterious enough, anyways,
It's too confusing
Too musing
No confetti
I've been ready
For another fool
Like you
To dupe,
Oops,
Did I slip?
Do you poop?
Anyways,
It's another day
Another move
It's dangerous
Being cool
Strange days in fascination
Fashion me
New poetic form
Noel's Anthology of Literature That's Dope