NaPoWriMo, Day Nineteen, Poem Eighteen

Unfunny

Here, worms

have legs,

expect you 

to hanker down,

suck soil 

while they hover,

use your fingers

as fish food, 

get cut, blame

twice as much,

envy the meat

on each body

they only command

before passing on

to pigs with homes

better than yours.

to handle. He got away scot-free,

let his yearnings jut out