Three Worms
Three worms molest my ears again
On my way home from work they work their way in
1, 2, 3 in a row, they start singing
“Bury all that work you did, and start again from nothing”
The first worm is called What If
The curling question fingers me with just a whiff
Tease inside my head-holes
Perfuming my hollows
Hey man, I’m just saying
What if?
Worm 2 is called Why Not
In the back of my throat, just a thought
Bargain with my memory
Amnesia mockery
“Yo bro, I’m just saying
Why keep on fighting it?”
I fold, invertebrate
Why not
Why not obey those evil friends?
As I quicken my pace, my brain it starts running
One by one by one, they’re chiming in
“Cut yourself in half again, and just grow back on Monday”
Worm the third is called Fuck It
Worm the third is me
His brain uncoils and slithers out
Into the dirt, and now he’s free
It’s gonna be a wormy weekend!
Fuck it, why not?