Imagine if you were a worm,

And all you did was crawl and think

Of having a body

That didn't stretch and shrink.

Imagine making it to the next day,

And fighting for every inch,

Neck deep in dirt

Dreaming and waiting for the pinch.

Imagine eating an old apple,

And worshipping in it

Like a rotten chapel.

Imagine being cut in two

By an indifferent shovel,

And becoming someone new.

Imagine slinking back to the soil

As the kettle comes to the boil.

Imagine screaming without a mouth

When things start to go south.

Imagine that.

Imagine that.