I don’t think you know where I’ve been
I’ve been playing with the worms again
I want to know just how they communicate
I’ve been screaming yelling till I’m blue in the face
I’ve been playing with the worms all day
no luck, I haven’t got a clue what they’ve got to say
I’m sure it’s something most profound
too much time spent in the ground not to think
they must’ve thunk some thought that sunk deep into their writhing minds
something worth the Life it took to let them Live their tiny Lives
I hope there’s something deep inside something worth the hate it took
to let them Live their writhing Lives and never see the sun.
©1997 rob hinkal