A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
So Speaks the Worm
Mother nature never looks me in the eye
But, I like to make claims in her name
Genetic absolution by self flagellation
A hollow whistle through the empty trunk of a log
We took a hundred pills for our particular breed of madness and decided
That we were the cure, and the world was sick
Then we logged on to twitter dot com.
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