Our worm creates a need for the most fair
It knows our faults and holds them ransom
Our worm of the mind is like a phantom
Gnawing mental entrails and eager to snare
his marks and he does not err
Our worm’s pursuit is lifelong in its term
It lies always hungry within its lair
What execrable thing created the worm
Our worm is age old no doubt eternal
Those less lovely are deemed of less worth
Our worm says: flawed, lacking, give a wide berth,
defects are man’s spawn a rotten kernel
Glance in a pool to see his luring stare
Whether in shock or guilt we will be there