I started life as a worm in the dirt, crawling on my belly and eating ****.
Now at this time, I did not have self-awareness, which means I did not
know
that I was a worm crawling in the dirt on my belly and eating ****.
In truth, in that day, **** tasted good. It was like "hello, have you
eaten
**** today?" and if they said "why yes, thank you" this was known as a
good
thing.
Now I won't parse reasons, but I got picked up and became a man. And I
realized that I had been a worm and had crawled on my belly all my life
and
had eaten ****.
Then I got put down to crawl on my belly to eat ****, only this time I
knew
that I was crawling on my belly and eating **** and someone was like
"hello, have you eaten **** today?" and I was like "yes, and to hell with
you too".
Then I got picked up and then I got put down. And then I got picked up and
put down. And then I got picked up and put down again. And do you know
what? I got tired of this.
So the next time I was picked up, I bit the hand that held me and was
dropped on the Earth as a man with no obligations. But the hand that
dropped me is bleeding.
So what am I?
I'm not an elevator, I'm not a staircase, something different.
Some would call me foolish. Others might call me effective.
I call myself one pissed off worm.
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