Cry Uncle
We are the ants
who march into
your pantry
as well as your pants
We are the ants
who stealthy advance
do a snake dance
then eat up your plants
For we are ants
not sycophants
your Devastation
~ our gleeful bromance
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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