Editor’s note: Normally, the Campus Times doesn’t publish poetry. But these works were so moving, we felt it would complete our image as a morally emaciated, corrupt media outlet to withhold these from the public. Don’t get us wrong, we still are, but at least now we have poetry. Enjoy!
A Precipitatory Limerick
I was on my way to The Pit,
Wet pavement, my food and I bit.
The next day I snooped,
Right after I pooped,
My god, there’s a worm in my shit!
Rainworm rhyme
My name is Worm,
I like to squirm.
And when it rains,
I lose my brains.
I leave the ground,
Slick sidewalk bound.
I like to wriggle
And make kids giggle.
Epitaphium Lumbricus
Just yesterday,
A man walked by,
Who did not mean to make me die.
Without a look,
He trampled me,
And did not even even stop to see,
That now I’m dead,
From his wet boot,
Without so much as a salute.
You saw my death,
And yet stood by,
It did not even make you sigh.
What does it mean,
To be a worm?
It means your life is quite short term.
