Worms.

I’m not sure what you're after,
what you say doesn't make any sound.
If you held me in your pocket would you stop hurting yourself,
and just fucking stand tall?
You’re all banana skins and pie in face.
Embarrasment.
By choice.
You can calm down, this isn't about you.
Step back if you wont smile at my needs.
Step upon my doorstep with open hands and mouth.
We are just worms afterall.