Worms

I ate a worm for breakfast and was sick.
I think that's where the trouble first began.
I thought I could make do with just a lick
But by that time the lid was off the can.
And even as I write I salivate
And fantasise them writhing on my plate.

In case I am not keeping you abreast -
Then now's the time to bring you up to date:
It's when I had decided to ingest
I found I was allergic - far too late.
I don't intend your appetite to spoil:
It's all connected with my love of soil.

In therapy I found I'd been restrained
When playing in the garden as a child
From eating all the things that I'd been trained
To view as unhygienic and defiled.
It seems that thus endorsed - don't think me wettish -
My deep desire was transformed to a fetish.

So here I sit in sadness and confusion
Six months have passed since I first took a bite
My home is now a mental institution
And actually I've given up the fight.
My bed is made of compost damp and grimy
And I've noticed that my skin is turning slimy.....