"I HAVEN'T FELT THE TENDER CARESS OF ANOTHER IN SO LONG I FEEL LIKE THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN ON ME LIKE A COLLAPSED LUNG. MY BREATHS ARE JUST COMPANY-BRANDED PUMPS OF METTALIC WIRE EMBEDDING IN TATTERED PLASTIC FEIGNING AUTHENTICITY. POPCORN IN MY JOINTS AND THE EROSION OF SELF TELLS ME I AM BEING A GOOD BOY. MAYBE I WILL GET A RAISE SOON." is poetry. I am... glad the worms were appreciated, haha!