Thirteen Holes
by Cory Carr

I’ve got a parasite in my stomach,
He feeds on barley and fruit,
All the time he calls me names,
It’s kind of sad most of it’s true.

I tend to call my past the dark days,
It’s ok I’ve been seeing this girl,
My worm is getting jealous,
But she says she’ll help me through.

I like the way she looks at me,
She makes me feel warm inside,
It gets to hot for the parasite,
And I can Feel him getting angry.

Sometimes he bites my intestines,
The pain is unbearable,
But I still see her,
And I like it.

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