Poem: Deadly Worm

A deadly worm's inside your skull—
at night, in through the ear, they crawl
and make their home behind the eyes—
I know this comes as a surprise.
Don't worry, though, I have an awl.
We'll dig it out while it's still small.
Try not to squirm—I'll make it fast—
or you'll end up just like the last.

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