I see them crawling on the carpet
I see them scurry down the walls
I see them add up in the bathroom
I’m going to catch them all
I see them dirtying the dishes
I see them smaller than a string
I see them gather in the garbage
I see them on everything
Black, tiny legs
Tiny bodies, tiny heads
Tiny teeth, tiny nails
Tiny everything, they’re everywhere
They’re ants
I see them munching up the bread crumbs
I see them slinking in the sink
I see them plotting in the backyard
They are much too small to think
I see them weave between my fingers
I see them cover up my room
I see them even when I’m sleeping
I predict we’ll all be doomed
Oh, here they come
Here they live now, here they’re one
Here they’re wild, here they’re free
Here they’ll rise, here they’re everything
They’re ants
I feel them underneath my blankets
I feel them underneath my feet
I feel them crawling through my brainwaves
Ant transmission now complete
God, now I’m theirs
Now I’m sneaky, how unfair
Now I’m weak, now I’m small
Now I’m vulnerable
I’m an ant
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