What’s the point?
Of all the fighting
Of all the protesting
Of all the anger?
Do you really not
The fire ants
Climbing through your windows?
Crawling on your food, your
Skin, your countertops, your clothes?
What’s the point of fighting discrimination
When more and more will come–
Ya’ll sound like depressed idiots!
Just shut up, work on the problem
The ants will be back next year–
Maybe next time we’ll get the traps out
At the beginning, instead of just
Sitting around complaining about all the ants
That nobody likes, that
Stop calling the ant killers
Protestors, murderers, criminals–
And start harassing
The depressed idiots sitting
Head to toe covered in ants
Insisting that it’s “natural”