The little worker ants,
           That puff their chests out,
                          And speak of social injustice,
           	                          In unearned honor and importance.
Pronounce that they represent the folks back home.
           The foolish that cast their votes in ignorance,
                          Driven to a lie-filled, fearful frenzy,
                                         That became hatred and malice.
While all the while, their true intentions,
           Hidden in lies and sleight of hand,
                         Premeditated in the shadows,
                          	         Are to suckle at the orange ass.
 

Roy Richard
February 2025