ant slaves

ant slaves

A Poem by bubblefet
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u got so small

"
balancing on these beams
funny looks from the other posts
as i frolic down to my spot
it is mine my gym my place 
mine for a time till im on the move and frolic by
funny looks from platformed spots
the wind blows as i frolic 
quickened my feet 
as my arms wave hello and goodbye 
 aha till next time
you cant get me but always try
best and worst part of the day
quitting forced to get down 
sad to go but the staring grounds eyes 
welcome as if heroic something i did
fear controlling there lives
scared to make a move of there own
on the ground forever to roam
 
 

© 2015 bubblefet


Author's Note

bubblefet
was workin and some painters were makin fun of me at lunch cuz i dance while i work i was really high in the air and walkin beams sounds dumb cuz it is thats why i think its fun i probably do look like joe dirt on the tracks

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Added on January 26, 2015
Last Updated on January 27, 2015

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bubblefet
bubblefet

gods country, WI



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