The Worms
In the morning
The worms come out
In the evening
The worms come out
In the afternoons
The worms come out
All night they work themselves free
The worms always come out
In the morning
The worms come out
In the evening
The worms come out
In the afternoons
The worms come out
All night they work themselves free
The worms always come out
Grub toward food
Vomit
Return to it
Like a dog.
Wish you were dead
Wish you were alive
Exit smoothly, soundlessly
No one will notice
No one will care
And those who do care
Will not be there
To help you
Because you hid from them
Everything
You hid from them
The great nothing
That you are
Those gaping insides
Your fake humanity
They can’t see
If you don’t let them
They don’t know
That a parasite has taken over your limbs
Eaten your viscera
Animated your shell
So you keep
Working, buying, sleeping, working
And your nothing looks and your nothing responses
Don’t elicit
The slightest tremor of alarm
And everyone
Just
Keeps
Smiling