Worm on a hook (Poem)
This is my spiel
Sometimes I feel
Like a worm on a hook
Not to be confused with a worm in a book
Wiggling around, unable to escape
My mouth bound in bloody red tape
Use that reel
and wind me in
my patience is wearing thin
what have I done to be treated this way
when all I do is try to please you each and every day
am I just your dispensable bait
what is it about me that you hate
You pick at me and cut me into pieces
Until my mind and body ceases
Fortunately I have something which is off your chart
I have this strong, passionate, understanding heart
I will forgive you
Because I know you do not understand
That we are all a different grain of sand
But let me tell you something
At any time I can get off this string
I have just been playing along
It is I to whom you belong
I do not expect you to understand
the gestures of my hand
because to you I look
just like a worm on a hook.