What the title says.

A hilarious poem about…well I guess you will have to read it for yourself.

Always in life there will be things clinging to you, sticking to you, as if they are hiding from unknown eyes. Yet they are soft and ticklish at the same time.

In life there will always be things trying to trap you, trying to make you not do things that are good for you. You can unstick yourself from those people, from those things keeping you down. Cobwebs can trap you and feel good at the same time.

True story. Except not. But I did dream it. Creeped me out.

Your past can sneak up on you sometimes.

Stickky.

You will be stuck in the middle.

The tip of explosion.

Lounging in the yard or on the beach, those summer breezes save us from the heat of summer.