by Indyrod on Sat Jun 28, 2003 4:37 am
What We Thinks
Ants are intelligent, to me it seems,
Hiding out in shadows, for all to see.
But when something comes apparent it seems,
They figure out a way to escape the xtreme.
They smell, they track the source of a smell,
Because they track the origin of it all.
That doesn't answer, cuz no answer exists,
Such a relief it is, to remove the xcess.
Groovy baby, groove me, I like to be grooved,
No matter what you do, even if you get booed.
Stop me sweetie, if you can, cuz I'm in demand,
That lovely thing you married, is really a man.
The Queen demands respect, or dead yee shall be,
Despite your regrets, you cannot be free.
An ant will rehearse, every move that it makes,
But in the end, we are all on the take..
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