TO THE WORM IN THE TEQUILA BOTTLE elegy

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

THE WORM IN THE TEQUILA BOTTLE

Oh, little white one wiggling there
You keep us bottled safe to stare
How do we look to you from there---
Glass-housed creatures must beware.

Swimming in a pickled sea
Life could be a merry lark
Lonely though you're bound to be
with half your time spent in the dark.


Quickly now you’ll disappear
through the teeth of greedy dreams
what rumbling gut will greet your ear--
Life is never as it seems.