Worms Stories

Worms Worms are what they are  Lower than dirt Filthy slimy little worms How dare they steal Steal the hard work of so many The heart they put into the poems and stories They crawl out of the crap And steal the work What lazy slimy little worms Not wanting to do the work Hope these worms are caught And used as bait That's all they are good for

The toddler in diapers was screaming at the door of the cheap white trailer-house. "I think his diapers need changed." My mom looked across the street with concern. We were digging worms from the front flowerbed, a flowerbed that didn't grow anything, so that we could go fishing. The kid kept screaming at the door. It made my mom uncomfortable, but I didn't care. A few weeks later my mom and I were unloading a pickup truc...