A Worm Named

there is a worm in my brain he is eating away upon the memories of yesterday and hopes for tomorrow i have named him but his name is his alone he is my friend and my pet sometimes i dress him up a tuxedo a top hat and we hit the town smoking only the finest cigars and drinking the finest drinks and we get drunk together when morning hits we stumble through the door we vomit we laugh then we sleep he is safe in there gnawing and chewing upon my brain and i am happy and he is happy and we are happy together margarita and i