ANTS

This is the real deal 
Life for work 
an even trade 
As long as you work 
you live 
Quit 
You die 

There is unity in the hole 
Constant reminders to keep moving 

The queen is a bitch 
does nothing but breed 
you yourself 
one of her bastards
No drone your own

The hole goes constantly deeper
Never hit a bottom
Rocks ten times your size
always hauled uphill
There is no such thing as sleep
No eyelids on the eyes

And there is the monster
he kicks in the hole
stomps you for fun
burns you with a glass
until you explode
The rumor is that
that is God. 

The thoughts are all thought 
between the all 
also the fear felt in unison 
We are us 
The colony 
the existence 
our all 

And together we pray 
as we work 
to be free of the fear 
that the rumor is true. 

  - Dennis