The Way It Is Poem by Tony Walton
The Way It Is
The little ant stood on the edge of
the curb, to avoid being stepped on
and looked down,
as the city crowds shuffled by,
faces clinched to another
average day.
And someone noticed the little ant,
on the curb's edge - and shouted
to the ant, 'Jump! Jump you little f u cker! '
It's tough out here.
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