A story About a girl who wears short skirts and long shawls
She listens to loud music
And is afraid of spiders.
Dust gathers in her room
It symbolizes the monotony of her life
The grime collecting on her years
She puts her shoes on the piano to keep the spiders out of them
The black and white keys represent the struggle between the light and dark in her nature
She places sneakers on the silent instrument,
A symbol of the dirty new triumphing over the old and staid
Her bare skin covered behind by a multicoloured bridal train
Is society using half-measures to hide its vulgarity
She leaves the shoes in their place of pride
In an effort to vanquish her depression
And to conquer her fear, which is not so much of spiders as what spiders represent
Eight-legged beings, unknown and incomprehensible
So it’s not about a girl at all
But instead the banality of the human existence:
The dust that collects in the rooms of mankind
The shoes crushing his traditions
The silenced notes of his ancient, beautiful voice
His modern-day prostitution
It’s about human nature and human suffering and human understanding
Embodied in door panels that rattle to heavy metal drums
It is about all of these things
It speaks to the arachnophobic in us all
In order to tell us
We too can find strength enough, in the deepest part of our souls
To lift our shoes up onto our pianos.

Revised 02/05/2005 -- I got rid of the end that sort of quantified it, because I felt it made the whole thing too obvious. So yes, before anyone else asks me, this is sarcastic. Mostly.