The Ant, Tired of Being Stepped on, Decides to Speak Up.

I’d never before been

An ant

Under a shoe

That is

Until

I met you.

The way you trod carelessly

Around me

Not caring that I may be

Squeezed

Beneath your shoes.

But I Survived

Though not by chance

Because you should know this

About ants.

We are strong

Exceedingly strong.

Stronger even than you.

We can lift ourselves

Twenty times

But you

You can only lift a spoon

To your greedy lips

As you get fat on

Self-importance

And illusions

And delusions

Of grandeur.

So when all is said and done

I know what I am

I am just an ant

But, what are you?

all rights reserved. copyright Justin W. Price, 2011

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PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is an author with Sweatshoppe Publications, which will soon re-release his poetry collection, Digging to China. Additionally, the managing editor at eFiction horror and The New Bridge online newspaper.. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!