Anthills

I watched a bunch of army ants march merrily along.
I paused and got down on my knees to listen to their song.
“Heigh-ho!” they sang. “Let’s glean the fields! Heigh-ho! We all must glean!
We gladly work the livelong day to please our lovely Queen!”

I glared at them in sheer disgust. “You little fools!”, I thought.
“You sweat and toil and break your backs, but all of it’s for naught.
For your dear Queen sits on her bum inside her little hill.
She has you at her beck and call. You must obey her will.”

“You have no voice! You have no clout! You have no time to play!
What wretched little lives you lead!”, I snorted in dismay.
“You’re nothing but a bunch of slaves, you mindless little fools!
You have a swarm mentality that binds you to the rules!”

I laughed them all to utter scorn and slowly shook my head.
I had a mind to squash them all but turned away instead.
I had no time to worry with those useless little jerks.
My lunch break was about to end. I had to get to work.

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