Would you heed an amoeba
who told you that he knew
the mind and will of the man
inside of whose guts he grew?
Would you heed an amoeba
who insisted that the Man
that’s everywhere and everything
shared, just with him, his plan?
Would you heed an amoeba
who said with somber tone,
that if you did just what he said
he’d escort you strait to Man’s throne?
And what about the spirochete
that said amoeba just might meet
in some dark alley or lonely street?
I pray that germ can take the heat!
Aroil in Pain 