ill show you a trick with ants when

the suns high in the sky we can

burn them up to crisy black shells

see them crunched by old slow slick snails



light the fuse inside the dead bird

feather flurries rain on our heads

empty nests with three small brown eggs

well think of something before the night ends



dont hurt a fly the all say

dont rape a girl in bright may

dont kill anyone ever

lay still extend this fever

the suns just

a big glass

we're all ants

i love you