Worms live in shit huts

eating food from pig butts

To rescue a worm, a futile endeavor

No matter the amount of clever.

Coaxing out enough, take hold

slippery grip for enlightened bold

Worms dive back in and they wriggle free

back to their shit, they say "cause that's me"

Holding on to their condition, they can't live without

Blind to the fix, flaunt "entitlement" bout

"We deserve better!" they say grasping shit.

Negativity their conniption fit.

Like a fish having no concept of life outside of the water.

The climate's dry and the weather's hotter

it wouldn't survive

belief and truth stand opposed,

it's not in its nature

Negativity Row

Reveries and Rubble