Within decaying creatures, the being

Does something most would not perform willing.

Dirty insects break down decayed, deceased bodies,

Creating soil for the ground, for all;

Producing nutrients for plants’ bounty;

Generating food for the animals.

In places life cannot survive, is life

Reproducing in the pelts of carcasses.

Not occupying my space, nor your wifes.

Why hate the filthy, harmless menaces?

And who doesn’t love a burrito wrap.

A shell consisting Fiber and structure.

An inner filled with Protein and a zap

Of more salty, creamy, and sweet flavors.

Nature’s burrito might not have appeal

To the senses, causing people anguish.

Despising this, the life that provides meals

For communities in need around it.

Maggot burrito, something you detest.

Maggot burrito, something I adore.

For you, the sight is a complete train-wreck.

For me, the sight means life has chance of more.