Screaming At Us Ants Poem by James McLain

I am autistic and yes I try,
And yes I am on s.s.i.
Eighty five percent of my check
Goes to rent and this ants left outside.

This ant still thinks and receives no
Outside help at this time.
Anger at such as he is a waist of time
By telling the truth in these times.

Leaving out those such as I am alone,
Your greed is your hand held out on the
Backs of the poorest of the poor.
I am the ant that still thinks or am I
That ant you step on?