Worm Sitting Still

What to read was read
What to feed, not fed
What's seen not said
And our screens now dead
Minutes past
What came, now left
And his urges fed
And your urges fed

The hum wasn't mine
Even though the blades work fine
The silicon neck barres wants next

A hired gun
For new oxygen
A curly tail
Under stumps and snails
Hours past
What smoked still lasts
And his urges fed
And her urges fed

Circle for the kill
Until your vote has trilled
On top of the hill
Is a worm sitting still

Bite at my throat
At my throat
Bite at my throat
At my throat
At my throat
At my throat
Bite at my throat
At my throat
Bite at my throat
At my throat
Bite at my throat
Bite at my throat



Credits
Writer(s): June Griffith
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