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I looked in the bottom of the bottle
My stomach began to churn
I looked up and down and all around
But couldn’t find the worm

The tequila was playing tricks
My mind was sort of fuzzy
I know that worm was somewhere near
He doesn’t want me to find him, does he?

I searched across the bar
I crawled along the floor
And still there was no sign of him
Maybe he went out the door

I staggered my way toward the exit
Hoping that’s where he’d be
Then reality hit with a sobering thought
The worm was inside of me


Happy Cinco de Mayo!!


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