Suzie the Centipede scurries across

whitewashed boards

In lonely hospital wards

Where snoozing old men pretend they’re not bored

And chubby nurses grasp medical swords -

-Fighting bacteria in perfect accord

Suzie skids into the outside

She uses the wind as her guide

Stumbles on flowers with leaves grey and wide

And petals drooping, half-glorified

By fat worms with elegant strides

In which the flowers like to confide

Suzie stays hushed, in naive amazement

Realising her travels are vacant

And her little legs complacent

In a world where making a statement

depends on what you know

and where you go-

-She heads off