![]() Parody of AntsA Poem by uwm![]() Couldn't concentrate in a garden, so I wrote this.![]() Damn this racing mind of mine, for peace, it will not come- Despite the soothing shade that's lent from sycamores above. Obligations prick and fester though I wish they'd pause- Perhaps allowing some partake in blue-eyed grasses' calm. It's at this moment I take notice movement at my feet- A string of ants in front of me, climbing, marching, dutifully. Down the terrace board they tread like soldiers full of valor- They take no notice, I can see, of sycamores and flowers. The ants and I are much alike, it pains me to admit- Trapped in societal bastilles, comply - surrender - submit. There's one thing, though, the ants possess of which I am quite envious. Though both imprisoned, as I see, the key lies in their ability to carry on, so unacquainted- with such impeding revelations. © 2020 uwmAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() uwmSan Diego, CAAboutI have a strange obsession with getting blackout drunk and eating various fast foods of which I would probably not eat sober. more..Writing
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