An ant’s chant
That sudden dry spell
Drives you crazy
As you had just
Ninjad up for
The storm
The heat, that
Energy stored up, lazy
Has nothing to do with it –
Nothing at all
That step you want to
Take so bad, but mad
Is what they write
You off ass
Licking would
Be better –
I get it
Now
Deformity, smile
You’re on candid
Camera
Yet caught between the
Frames, second aims
If hit best
The crime of your
Deception is you fall
Back on the rest
You fall back
We don’t see you
You are nothing to us
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