Worm

The movement really puts me in a trance.
I think of him, because I'd like to wrap him around my fishhook.
I think he'd get me a great big catch, because his heads so fucking fat.
Slimy.
I want to squish him in my fist and watch all his entrails ooze out from the
creases of my knuckles.
He only deserves a can of dirt;
I don't mind digging.
You keep all your roaches and all your flies;
I like the ones without legs or spines!