People are always willing to kill
ants in the house.
Not all people - I know at least one, and
not all ants. You can't. But people
Look like ants,
from high enough up
above them. So watch
out,
and if you can't
casually step upon
their heads, turn your shoe
and crush, try love.
Try love. And if they bite,
or swarm your sugar
or honey, or
pants, try
love. Try
love, try love.
And if that fails,
Just dance.
Try dance
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
perspectives on willing to kill
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