Life, for the most part, is gastly
unfair because only queens gets sex.
We're overworked and under fed.
That's why we walk around with
our heads down all the time.
We wonder why we can't watch TV, and
why our legs aren't longer.
We're disgusted with the icky things we
must carry to the nest in our mouths.
We detest, naturally, having gasoline
poured in our ant hill and set afire.
Ant children are ok, human children not.
We detest being identified as psychopaths
when we bite human children. You should
see what they do to us!
We are neither Catholic nor Protestant.When
we talk, we curse God and Mother Terisa.
Ants worship Joan of Arc as we have a
common hatred of fire. No, we arent athiests.
Confusing us with termites ticks us off;
we arn't dumb enough to eat wood.Actually,
we enjoy the occasional steak, just as humans.
We have the following emotions: joy, panic,
astonishment, greed, respect for ancestors,
and a bias against honey.
For hobbies, we are into husbandry, keeping pets,
participating in some field trials, and practicing
certain philosophy pursues such as pondering why,
dispite having no hearts, we feel strong emotions.
A perfect day for us is any day sunning at the beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not sure what to think about this.
So definitely not a 10. How about a 5?