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"Be a working ant"
They said
This edict rang through the heavens

Be a working ant!
Be a working ant!
Be a working ant!

In that very next moment
I was hatched-
a white sickly looking creature
programmed to work
"No sir, not me"
I said

I wiggled out of the ant hive
scurried down the hill
ran along the forest floor
till I reached the lake

There on a large rock
I tucked myself in
playing with the sun in the day
and the moon at night
my sickly white color
turned to a magnificent red

While remembering
how I outwitted my destiny
the service
of the
Great Queen Ant
a green sticky tongue
shot out
pulling me in
and away

Irwin R. Shaw - June 23rd 1989