Maggot from [sic] by Big Yawn

Stick a camera in the door
It's the thing that I abhor
Can't remember to before
It was part of the decor

Hate is written in design
You are part of their crime
Don't give them another dime
Or have you given up this time

No change
In your old age
A big yearn
To feel the tide turn

I laughed but I don't understand the joke
Just to feel a part of the folk

Turned From
A worm to maggot
And bury myself
With no casket

The water's never as deep as you think
Unless you dip your toes and start to sink

I laughed but think that maybe I'm the joke
You crack the egg I am the runny yoke

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