I don't feel bad.

I don't feel bad.

A Poem by Angel Without Wings
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The ants didn't realize, That a sickly sweat poison, Had been sprayed around their new playground.

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The ants didn't realize,
That a sickly sweat poison,
Had been sprayed around their new playground.
So just like the song,
The ants came marching one by one, ( hurrah hurahh)
But also came dying one by one ( hurrah! Hurrah!)

At first I felt bad,
Watching their tiny bodies squirm,
But I shut the door and walked away,
It's what they get for coming into MY house.

© 2013 Angel Without Wings



Author's Note

Angel Without Wings
I really hate ants. Why do they always have to try and invade my house? Poison is the only thing they get here.

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Your a great writer! You see, I enjoy seeing new perspectives of poetry and I really enjoying reading your poems, they have a unique beat and style to them! :D

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Angel Without Wings
Angel Without Wings

Mesa, AZ



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About me? Hmm... I am me. There's nothing else to it. Okay, maybe there's a lot more to it. I'm 16 years old. Love to read, Love to write. I'm that strange girl who eats food off the floor... more..

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