Jeffrey Gurms is killing worms, unapologetically
He gives them names, then kills them off in order,
alphabetically
He smashes them with rocks and sticks, extremely
energetically
Then watches as they squirm and ooze and bleed and die
pathetically
He loves this hobby most of all— he’s drawn to it
magnetically
He makes a mess of worm guts, but he’s not concerned
aesthetically
Perhaps his lust to torture worms was built in him
genetically
Or maybe this is how he learns to know of death,
poetically
But possibly it’s ‘cause his surname rhymes with “worms,” phonetically.
But possibly it’s ‘cause his surname rhymes with “worms,” phonetically.
