Thank You Sir Lando58

Silent feast away from dread.

Little foot, maggots scraping.

In the shadows, it will roam.

Quietly, it makes a home.

Not alone it will become.

Maggots do what they have done.

Healthy foot, no place to gnaw.

Looking for a tiny flaw.

Where the dead skin finds a draw,

that's the maggots kind of law.

Little foot, maggot oh so bright.

Dancing in the dead of night.

Tiny creature out of sight.

Nibbling skin it finds delight.

It's a draw, that's the maggots kind of law.

Little foot, maggot lips below.

It's the skin from your toes.

Tiny bites, it nibbles slow in the dark where it will grow.

Creeping underway, a dread makes its home

in skin that's shed.

Silent feast away from dread.

Little foot, maggots scraping.

Little foot, maggot oh so bright.

Dancing in the dead skin finds a draw.

The little maggots just want more.

Little foot, maggot.

Little foot, skin maggot.

They'd be--

You don't need no fancy meal.

Dead skin layers from your heel.

Thick and chunky, that's the deal.

Little foot, maggot scraping pets.

But it will grow.

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