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
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