Words come easy

Behind a screen

When there's no interface to face

To be seen



King of Insects

You eat your own

Atop an anthill

You call your throne



Kingdom of one

So unaware

As one-by-one your subjects

Vanish into air



Chatter to the wind

Make your decree

And save your venom

For the ones who disagree



Your castle walls are falling

Your body's frail

Your window on the world

Is minuscule in scale



Burrow deep now

Escape the light

Heaven forbid you have to face

The ones you slight