Underneath his concrete cave
the worm's darkest secrets rest
filth, mud, muck, and files
Files filled with fragments of former flames
and of fictional friends
Oh, how the phallic creature snuggles in them
Reliving thoughts faded by a foam he keeps
locked inside layers of lard that he lavished
since launching them out of the landfill
Lucid dream erect from such emotion
engulfing the animal's estate in
ernest earnings of earbud, elixirs,
enraged pheromones, end-times entities,
and erroneous exercises in juggling
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