Little Germ

By Jacob Wassom

Little germ,

Living on a grain of sand,

Oh so much

You presume to understand.

You are so very small

But you think you know it all.

There's no way

You can ever understand

The massive beach

That contains your grain of sand.

Little man

Living on a giant rock,

What is with

All of this pretentious talk.

The universe you say is vast,

But, all the knowledge we've amassed!

Little man,

Hearing this will make you burn,

But truth be told,

You're just like the foolish germ.