Bizarre though my creativity squirm-
makes one feel uncomfortable strange-
Eating through a wormy hole
in the cerebrum may sound deranged.

However-
not having considered other far-fetched phenomena-
explanations falling short of truth,
mindworms may munch of their own accord,
spawned of my squeaming stomach lurch.

Ah mentation!
Oh embroilment!
Never to be entangled less than total
in an odd vibrational string cylinder,
fiery spirit guffawing knows entrapment false
but the stupid human machine wheezing, feels sick.

Ugh limitation!
Urg despoilment!
Minuscule tiny trolls stinging slap
at painful knotted knuckles of elderly confinement,
none single being the target of my rampage,
but all ye humanoids,
Stop!

Grieve ye horrid ways!
Desist ye trashy sentiments!
Confine ye to a loving imprisonment,
in the paradise of one’s thick balmy head!