i swear to you
if one more fucking ant crawls on me
i will lose it
what the fuck
has led them here
i haven’t any food to forage
where the fuck
could they have come from
and why will they not go away
how the fuck
has this become the state
of my reality
every step i take
to rid my humble home
of their invasion
somehow summons twice as many
more determined than before
jesus fucking christ
it’s just an ant
how then could it have wrapped
its tiny jaws around my flesh
with such a force for me to feel it
i am but a pacifist at heart
but this incessant onslaught
pesters me beyond the point
of patience and composed demeanor
fuck, i’ll just be honest
their assault has taken quite a toll
i’m hesitant to tell you
of the murderous thoughts
in my head
if not that, then suicide
is fast becoming ever likely
of course, then they would dine upon
my listless corpse
and i won’t have it
even if i stood for hours
smashing every one that came
they would keep appearing
in exacerbated states of ardor
maybe if i went online
to search for homemade bomb instructions
i could build one big enough
to halt their heedless hordes
last time, when i took such measures
all was said and done
no sweat
granted, at that time the circumstances
were far less horrific
it was just a wayward group
of eight jehova’s witnesses
they refused to leave me be
oh yeah, and then those missionaries
mailmen, and that meter reader
let me get back to my point
this siege will not allow for nonsense
since you asked
the answer’s no
i’m not concerned with my new neighbors
church of scientology
whatever in the flying fuck it was they called it
all i really care about
is blowing up those fucking ants
if it should happen others perish
so be it
i can’t be bothered
really
that’s on them
that they were living
as much as it is for their death
shit, i wouldn’t be surprised
if they had been responsible
for sending all these ants to get me
for some fiendishly clandestine reason
oh my fucking god
it’s true
and now i’ve got more work to do
those bastard scientologists
are going to have a blast
and much like it was in the past
i will be the last one standing
bellowing the biggest laugh
Max, or Not 
Max, enjoyed reading your poems and seeing your art. A singular blog. Welll done.
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My dad rerouted a trail of ants to another path. It was funny to see my dad as Ant Commander-in-Chief. But since this is the man who tamed a wasp to ride on his finger, managing ants is probably not that unusual.
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An acquaintance who is a witch said if you see ants in your house, someone is stealing from you. Oust the thief and the ants will go away. Or maybe put some sugar or a slice of watermelon outside to lure them? I get your fucking point though, Max. Good luck! :)
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this is very interesting… thank you Joan <3
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I really like this, showing what irritation can do to you and the limits you can want to go to to make it disappear. I’m seeing a possible comparison to religious extremism as well. I think that was intentional, but perhaps I’m reading that into it.
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Strange how something as small as ants (or mosquitoes???) can rouse up so much disgust, anger, and discomfort in our lives, and maybe, those ants, are merely, triggers to something bigger???
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