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GERMY-SQUIRMY LITTLE WORM
Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
The most clever – yet so firm
Plotting more scheme is what you yearn
Schemes, snares, you're going for the fiery burn
Ruining good apples with your germs!
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
Gleefully striving not having yet learned!
Whimsically strict and forever stern
Infesting people with your dirty germs!
What wage – in the end – might you earn?
When having wasted your time transmitting your germs
Capturing innocent souls under vile terms?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
I watch you there among the ferns
Shrivel and curl and horizontally squirm
With a loaded conscience full of your own toxic germs
Filling up to the top your internalized urn!
What might be your horrid fate
As of this very day or as of late?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
What else do you believe you merit or deserve:
A beautiful eternity on reserve
Or the painful sores of an infinite burn?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
I wish you not any harm of fiery burns
But,, I compel to leave you a warn:
Drop your schemes even those unborn!
Germy-Squirmy Little Worms ,
Ruining good apples with their toxic terms ,
Often place themselves as fishline baits
They often do not slumber…but stay up late
Scheming and plotting
Of more apples for rotting!
Only to find that the early bird
Gets the worm
Gulped back down to the earth’s center core
Having pinched themselves by their own opened door!
Once heaven is lost – challenging it is to return
Count your losses – O Little Germy-Squirmy Little Worm -
If you return with illusive ideas to scheme to Heaven’s gates
Without walking the narrow road
Without your germy dirty overload!
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
Stop the squirming and the roaming
Be still and remain silent
Return at once to your private dorm…
Copyright ©
CYNTHIA MARTINEZ
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