Poem -

Ant Farm

Carousel
round and round we go
Where it stops I would 
Love to know
I am weary of the Truman show
I feel a sense of realization
That this is some kind of prime time show
For a group of cosmic sadists 
That like to go and watch those humans 
like ants in an ant farm 
Wouldn't that be low?
But I remember when I must
Have been around ten
Having red ants in my farm 
And. Dropping in a ton of black ants
And watch the fun
Now I felt no remorse as
To me they weren't alive 
Like me 
I was totally feeling free
That is how it could be 
And man does that idea really 
Terrify me
So I have since stopped collecting ants and have come to revere
​​​all living things.
Maybe that is what will happen here they will evolve and set us free

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