Worms, worms, worms turns the flesh I heard, absurd.
The merge of earth and carrion.
Like church, the dirt of everyone, I did not slur, nor stutter.
Though I searched the worst and muttered. To myself, not to another, Life's unearthed rehearsal universe, the stage is set commercials to be worshiped, don't let the perverse make you nervous, when there must be some among us, cause your soul is hurting to be worthy serviced, by the nurses, wearing girdles, jumping hurdles, fur and feather surfing, tar bits and bridal grooming virgins to encircle, all the surgeons, while the burden of the ministers sermon, URGES, URGES, urges, urges URGENT
About the Creator
Daniel Zuller
I have been writing since I was 8 years old and my first poems I placed in zip lock bags then placed them in a small cedar chest with a lock and buried them in my .....
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