Who thought of using a worm to catch a fish?
The worm herders did not like this.
The fish, on the other hand, found an unknown treat to relish.
But, the one's that defied the shepherds of worm, now sit on the high horse.
They float in waters without remorse.
Eat their catch, as if it were an endless source.
Now they swim in the nothingness, materialized meat sacks connected.
Obscenities are the new hip thing, as well as disconnection from the reelection.
Preying in the streets for defamation.
Worm herders always lingering.
Waiting hands.
Watching eyes.
Writhing lips.
And we shall eat like fish.