SchadenFreude
I write stuff because I like it. That should be everyone's reason, really.
When the rain stops, I put on my boots.
It was worm-stomping time.
I put on my coat, all ready to go,
to go commit my crime.
Glorified spaghetti noodles rise up -
My rubber boots stomped DOWN!
As I committed my massacre,
I mused if worms could drown.
I tested this in a puddle,
squishing their soft pink heads.
They didn't really react,
so I stomped more instead.
Worms are worms.
Make them squirm.
That's all I have to say.