There is a less than charming
worm that borrows into your skin
and dines on your flesh. It secrets
an acid which liquefies tissue which
the “bernie” then slurps away.
There are several gruesome ways to
extract this creature…a “Hunger
Game” reality. Why would anyone
write a poem about such an
unpleasant being? Are not these
poems supposed to inspire?
Perhaps the inspiration comes when
we figure out how the idea “All is One”
includes a bernie.