My World of Worms

Tens of thousands
Of worms look
At me with their
Tiny eyes. They
Plough my earth
And steal steal
Steal and demand
All for nothing.
They mindlessly
Weave about their
Underground maze,
My world of worms,
And think they
Are the surface
World. My world
Of worms is all
Around and it
Must be appeased
Not stamped out,
Flattened like
It ought to be.
I watch my world
Of warms grow fat,
Glutted, reproduce
Endless images,
Vomit forth the same
The same, the same.
My world of worms
Should not be
But...