A thought still wrapped in plastic,
Like a splinter in my mind,
Between the layers of thick skin,
Where the insects can not find,

This may be the reason,
That they created wrong,
I know its just a weak one,
But the others all got strong,

The insects have now found it,
And eaten through the skin,
The thought has been bit,
Now the plastics wearing thin,

As it starts to change,
Like maggots into flies,
The splinter comes into range,
And we watch as the strong ones die,