THE TWISTED WORM

We can't avoid the twisting worm,

 It lies down underneath,

 In decay it brings to term,

 The creature and the leaf,

 The worms kingdom is undiscovered, 

All dead-fall hides his race, 

Once gone down nothing is recovered,

 Unless, changed within the place, 

All life ends with a great dead-fall,

As the smell and rot affirms,

But, from the decay some shoots grow tall, 

Fed by feces from the worms.

 

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MY PLACE IN THE CHICKEN WORLD

I built my chickens a chicken koop,

It was a place to eat, a place to poop,

And, beneath their legs,

They'd lay those eggs,

My reward for the chicken life loop.