2/30

it was the summer time
ice cream trucks 
fire hidrents spraying water high 
flies bugging my eyes
hot breeze hitting trees 
sun standing by
drops of vanilia bean dripped off my cone hitting my shirt then rooling to the slightest visible crack on the pourch 
mystriously creeping your way up from with in as if you were a natice ambushing on the jews
i was the only one that saw you 
little legs that were only visible if projected through a magnifining glass 
a body made to be believed as weak 
but stronger than one would ever think 
enabling over 50times your weight 
doing shyt that us humans could only achieve after a few days of lifting weights
hey little ant 
i am amused at how you only appear when the likes of something sweet good && tender comes your way 
but when it rains on your perade you run away 
why?
i wated for you to show the other day 
i placed a scoop of ice cream leading to a dramatic seen where i could show you to the world 
but you never showed 
whered you go?
i missed you so...
but now your back in my life as if you weren't MIA at a point 
i dont mind it
but tell me your secrets how do you surrvive floaded ant holes 
during rain storms 
broken legs regenerating as if you were a worm 
is that it?
is that how you michiviously crawl yourself into my head while im asleep in the back lying in the grass
you knew it all the long that 
how do you proceed with living off sweets && human intakes 
to me what you eat are consited of human body parts 
we are what we eat
right?
how do you manage to be allowed into so many places withoout envitations ?
never caring if attacked by raid ant 
or the tree you climb for fun becomes infested with bee's trying make a buck 
it was the summer time
ice cream trucks 
fire hidrents spraying water high 
flies bugging my eyes
hot breeze hitting trees 
sun standing by
come little ant 
Come be my friend