Do sightless worms soliloquise
And mourn their dreadful lack of eyes
Do they say "I am a man and not a worm"
When good times quickly to bad times turn
And do they think twice
when cut in half
by a passing spade
do they feel afraid?
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This is a damn good little poem!
Thanks Len! :) It was running through my head so I just had to type it up.
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