The Worm Revolution

Some day the worm will rise,

Just you wait,

He'll slither and crawl,

And come right out of muddy walls,

Inching his way toward deathly destruction.

His little pink body,

Will push and will jerk,

Along the cement floors,

Right into our living rooms.

There will be a dozen of them in every house,

With rage in the eyes they do not have,

Be wary of their slime,

It'll feel like grime upon your hands,

This is their poison,

And while it is not lethal,

You should just behave as though it is,

For the sake of their determination.

Of course they won't take over the world,

But you have to give them congratulations for trying,

As the sun comes out they'll do their best be frighten,

But in truth they'll be the ones who are terrified.

They know what is coming,

As the heat hits their bodies,

And its only a matter of time before man and wife,

Both a part of the same worm,

Will fry up and be disposed of,

Or eatin by a four year old,

Slithered passed his lips,

No biting just engulfed wholly

Falling down into his stomach,

Not burned by sun,

but by acid,

But let's applaud these fallin devils,

Because at least their malicious content,

Was most certainly ill met.