Dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

I am an ant with a bread crumb
And you are the scrawny suburbanite
Sadist of a child
Hunched over the sidewalk
With a magnifying glass
Clutched in your sweaty palm
The sun seethes your retribution
It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
And my skewed limbs twitch a
Masochistic tarantella
You were the one who dropped
That crumb from a Wonderbread
Sandwich consisting of corned beef and
Dijon-flavored lies
My trust in the hand that fed me led to
Domination Duplicity Torment
A mimetic dose of DDT
But now my thorax writhes in
Epileptic agony
And my antennae are being seared away
All due to my lapse in instinct
And promises of a certain
Quality of trust.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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alaskanman said...
Nov. 20, 2011 at 7:31 pm
This is an amazing poem that i am sure inspires all young ant tourtures, in their future of being a pest exterminater.
 
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