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Fucking Ants in my Sink

Pieces of Shit

By Sara WynnPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
Fucking Ants in my Sink
Photo by Adrien Gilbert on Unsplash

Before I got here,

did all you fuckers get together

and have a stupid little fucker meeting

and all decide to be stupid little fuckers together?

Well yeehaw, what a treat.

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Oh! You're gonna try to take anything I have

you think tastes sweet?

Oh, oh, no, you smelled a dead body.

That actually makes sense.

I know you can smell your own.

Go on then, take him to the ant boneyard!

Carry him away!

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That's a good job!

I'm so proud of you

for getting off of your stupid little fucking asses

and setting your stupid little aspirations so fucking high.

Incredible!

WOW!

APPLAUSE APPLAUSE!

SAVE YOUR OWN!

NO MAN LEFT BEHIND!

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You know, for a second,

I wondered, could it be me?

Am I leaving out too many sweets?

Too many bodies?

and I laughed, and laughed and

laughed down the sink

and turned on the garbage disposal.

That was hilarious.

I needed that.

Thanks me.

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Nah, it isn't me.

You have your own agenda

don't you, you stupid little team of

fuckers!!!

FUCK!

Is something

CRAWLING

on me?

EW!

FUCK!

GET IT OFF ME!

-

Got him.

-

Now, if you listen close, you can hear the sound:

SHH! Listen!

Listen!:

-

-

-

Stupid!

Little!

Screams!

HA!

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It's all these stupid little fuckers in these streets

fuckin with me

and calling me crazy!

YES

BY NOW I AM FUCKING CRAZY

AND YOU SHOULD STOP FUCKING WITH ME!

BOO!

FUCKIN ...?

YEAH!

SURE!

WHY NOT!

BE SCARED OF ME!

YES!!! YES!!!

BWAHAHAHA!

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"RUN!!!

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!

SHE'S CRAZY!!!

AHHHHHHHH!"

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Hahahahaha! Ahhhh,

Stupid little fuckers!

Cowardly little ants scavenging and stealing

fallen crumbs from the table!

No matter how much you steal from me

you can't make me small

but you certainly are.

Keep sneaking for access to the kitchen,

greedy little thieves is all you'll

ever be.

Get stomped.

-

-

-

-

Do I feel better?

-

-

NO!

Fucking!

Stupid

little

fucking

fuckers got to me.

-

Fuck!

-

WHY AM I ARGUING WITH ANTS!?

-

-

FUCK!

heartbreakMental HealthProseslam poetrysocial commentaryStream of Consciousnessperformance poetry

About the Creator

Sara Wynn

"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,

and no one knows what intelligent life is."

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  • Kristina12 months ago

    Fuck those ants

  • Alex H Mittelman 12 months ago

    Fantastic poem!

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