"There's A Worm In My Future" by Galen Green (c. 1989)

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THERE’S A WORM IN MY FUTURE



There’s a worm in my future, you sexy creature,
And that’s why, tonight I’ll worship the moist
Folds of your presence before it goes
The way of all flesh, the way which Great Nature
Has programmed us both to go. Who knows
With what foul virus these hours be laced?
There’s a worm in my future. So tonight I’ll hoist
What’s left of me to drink in each feature
Of you, my goddess, my purple rose.

There’s a worm in my future. And when I’m deceased,
It’s not going to matter which position we chose
Tonight, as we feel the wings of that vulture
Who’ll pick clean our beautiful folds which have voiced
Love’s lame complaints. Let’s forget that stretcher
Which will tote us away to where we can’t expose
Nature for the monster She is, who’d bulldoze
A love like this one we share in the creased
Darkness, which swallows us up like our culture.

There’s a worm in my future. And that’s why I pose
Here with you, so the children of the future
Can see what we were, me with my greased
Back smile and you with that cute little nose.
There’s a worm in my future.
And that’s why love’s boisterous
Tunes flow out of my fingers to torture
Nature’s foul program, that this darkness might suture
Our souls, that here, where brief love glows,
Your flesh might prove my flesh’s Christ.



Words and Music by Galen Green c 1989


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