As the Worm Turns
What matter 'elections'
when man's end is the worm
When his hope is the maggot
matters not how he squirms
So much angst, so much stress
Yet at the end of the day
You're sealed in a box
'Twas better to've prayed
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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