She called me a worm.
Well, she called me lots of things,
But what caught my ear was worm.
This reminded me of going fishing as a boy
Turning over flat rocks and laughing
When I found a big juicy one squirming underneath.
I thought about the disappointment
Of turning over rocks and finding nothing there.
It's interesting, the lives of rocks and worms.
I think she wanted me to be a rock
Like her. Worms are always hustling,
Dealing with shit. Rocks are stable, but they don't do much.
You've never gone out and found a rock transforming.
But the worm you saw with that rock yesterday –
Well, that doesn't mean it's going to be there today.