The Worker Ants 012

The little worker antsLearned the saluteKept their mouths shutAnd numbed their little brainsThey bought their red hatsSent in their contributionsDisplayed their yard signsAnd waited for redemptionNone dared to questionOr voice concernThey just marched alongFollowing the pack They felt justified,And righteous.Hatred was the truth.Discrimination, the answer.Or so they believed.Harboring evil towardThe diverse and differentAnd ill will towards… Read More The Worker Ants 012

The Worker Ants 010

All the little worker ants, Would cheer and jump for joy, When the Clown Car turned the corner. Hidden behind the dark windows, And the bulletproof iron sides, Hid their orange cheese puff deity. He would wave and smirk, At their loyalty and devotion, All the while planning their next fucking. Roy RichardMarch 2025

The Worker Ants 005

The little worker ants Never fail to fall For the old sleight of handThe orange magician Mesmerizing with the left Presenting something petty and shinyWhile all the while performing Atrocities, abuse and injustice With the well-greased rightThey cheer and clap With glee and excitement Never seeing the real worldRoy RichardJanuary 2025