There are worms

hiding in bodies,

making a mess,

being dirty.

They are big and long,

wiggly and slimy.

Nothing they do

means a thing to me.

They are thoughtless,


they don't every bother to think

that their squirming and swerving

might be


Why are worms

allowed in this place?

They slither and slide,

paths they cross are


Who invited the worms

into this place of civility?

I did.


They wanted to come.

The worms make me angry.

Why do I let them

bother me so?

They have nothing to offer,

to this place

of sorrow.

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