A day of the insects.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the locust got high
nibbling the hemp dress, the silverfish didn’t like the woollen garment on offer: it all but seemed old fashioned to taste. Meanwhile, the cockroach sniffing a line of cocaine was in for another breakdancing night of pure delights on its back. Tomorrow when they all overdosed, the cleaners were sent in to clean the mess; little black sugar ants to be exact. Yes, that’s right the ones that ruin your picnic, stealing your hamper but not your clothes as you romp in the grass naked in a two bodied entanglement. The ones that climb over your bare flesh like it was Mt Everest only to bite your most private regions. Where the punk girl with green pubic hair and a tattoo above her hairline reads. “ Keep off the grass!” but they ignore it. Yes what is it with Sugar ant do-gooders with there no drugs, no addictions, living the military way. Poor blighters, not in with the “ In crowd” Hey man! Hey dude! Have you seen a girl with green hair? I have man! The grass cutter ants are mowing her lawn. Wow! Man! Yeah! Cool dude! © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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Added on March 5, 2021Last Updated on March 5, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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