To the Worm In the Tequila Bottle Elegy

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.