Poetry

Sunday 31 December 2023

Canned worms

 Canned worms

She looks into my deepest soul

And sees canned worms

Canned worms

Canned worms


She puts me on a hook

Dangles me in front of the moon

The silver fish leap up 

Bite little chunks out of me

Moon food, moon food

And canned worms



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