You'd think they'd know

Where not to go

You'd think they'd see 

The fallen bodies of their friends and foes

 

Crushed skeletons

The scattered dead

Who do they think they are?

Sneaking up, risking lives to get ahead

 

Always hauling bits

Bigger than their bodies

The Power Team plus

Masters of pilates

 

Don't they know

There's nothing to see?

The taste of my blood

Isn't worth eternity

 

“I mean it

Stop sniffing around

Leave me in peace 

Get off my towel!”

 

I feel them but don’t get them 

Are they now in my underpants?

Brave but not brainy...

 

(Smack!)

 

Ants.

 

 

 

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