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Poem of the Month - September 2000 |
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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.
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Dennis
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