I'll show you a trick with

ants when

The sun's high in the sky

we can

Burn them up to crispy

black shells

See them crunched by

old, slow, slick snails



Light the fuse inside the

dead bird

Feather flurries rain on

our heads

Empty nest with three

small brown eggs

We'll think of something

before the night falls



Don't hurt a fly

they all sang

Don't rape a girl

in bright may

Don't kill anyone ever

Lay still and stand

this fever



The sun's just

A big glass

We're all ants

I love you