Army Of Ants Poem by Matt Mondschein

Excuse me, Captain
I must disturb you
you and your troops, must leave

This is no place to breed
abundantly
I must clean house
literally

This is no place for a picnic
for you, your platoon, and families
forgive me, I must set this trap
so customers are safe
to eat and drink

Now, if for your survival
I must actually, think
take you outside
so you can breathe
crush you to smithereens
perhaps, even, let you, party on

None the less
you all must go
your ants for crying out loud
my pitiful heart
now full of sorrow