There is a worm in the toilet
it wiggles with glee
surrounded by an ocean
the land mass stinks
a floating island of rot
is a refuge for this creature
I am cold. He is warm
and cozy. My leg hairs bristle
to the sound of waves
crashing against the bulwark
failing, eroding
the worm is corroding.
My life is a worm.
I wiggle in stench gleefully
willfully in my freedom's bondage
Bondage - a funny word
to choke on - eat the dung
instead, but do so with care.
I am a thousand worms
lost on a brown island
spiraling down to a river
'Row Row Row your boat
gently down the stream'
the children sing to my angst.
A contest entry
- FREE VERSE--- ANY SUBJECT---1540 POINTS ALMOST NO RULES GOLD GETS 1000 POINTS COME SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO, YESSA! by echo-ink.
1450 points, ended September 16, 2008, 26 entries
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LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
Yay for worms in toilets, just flush, my dear.
I liked this, and yeah, children singing to your angst....great line, and ain't it the truth.
Thanks for entering.
Bell
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