I can sit idly by and try to ignore them no more,
As they march obscenely across the wooden floor.
Here I am, trying to play my PS3,
And I’m worried about these ants crawling over me.
Their small little forms can’t help but get on my nerves,
And if I kill them there are just more in reserve.
Damnation! Frustration! Curses and cussing!
These are barely visible insects we’re discussing!
They irritate me so as they crawl across my toes,
And the darndest thing is that not one of them knows.
They are oblivious to my anger as I stomp about,
Calm in the face of my anger as I bustle and shout.
I take slow deep breaths, and try to control my rage,
But these ants are an infuriation I must engage.
I assemble my arsenal and slay every ant in sight,
But that won’t stop them from marching day and night.
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