Worm

I am a worm shitting out 

my own weight in mud,

I’m a skipping rope for a thrush,

a resistance band for a mole,

spaghetti for the witches 

a feast for the fishes,

a leather shoelace 

dried in the sun,

a stretchy alien 

for a finch to tug on,

I am a worm

I touch your arse when I’m drunk,

I invade your personal space

stumbling shit-faced 

to go and meet my dealer,

behind closed doors,

my daughter, I beat her

I’m a real “Cassanova”

Hell! - you should see 

me when I’m sober,

a worm’s a worm 

in any case

you can cut off my tail

and I’ll grow another face