I once wrote about watching a Jerusalem Cricket being attacked by an army of ants. I was so excited to send it to a friend that I had completely forgotten that I had left my notes for computer language vocabulary at the top. Upon reading it again, I liked it how it sounded. So I left it in.
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Jerusalem Cricket
“Potato Bug” Butt ugly but harmless. Try not to kill them.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Jerusalemcricket.jpg
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before I forget
i was sitting outside
smoking from a pipe
getting high
enjoying life
when from the corner of me eye
I see
A potato bug
upside down
legs in the air
going help me out bro!
and I laugh
Potato bro
and say
Poor Potato Bug
you’re mostly squished for the crime
“Being Butt Ugly”
and my mind wanders again
me eyes follow
here to there
following a flow of ants
a flow of ants
I figure
fixing for a fight
with the potato bug!
Black Garden Ants eating a grasshopper.
Source:http://lasiusniger2009.blogspot.com/2010/06/365-tag.html
at first I couldn’t tell
so I moved closer
and closer
moving the rocking chair
that i had not mentioned
but I had been sitting on it
Anyway, I get a closer look
and indeed, I could not lie
there were ants everywhere!
From here to there.
and I could see what would happen
Potato bro would sit in shade
and he would be swarmed
soldiers everywhere
trying to chip his carapace
with their mandibles
biting bro’s leg’s,
mouth, even his ass!
and bro would go
GET OVER HERE
and destroy one
with pure
brute
force
but for every one defeated
there are eight more to meet him
and more arrived
and they came
and potato bro
overtaken
would stumble in the
scorching sun
simmering the stings
of his tiny opponents
but I could feel the sun
sitting down on me
putting all of his weight
on his ultraviolet rays
and it burned like hell
(should of worn a hat)
and potato bro felt it too
he dug at the earth for rescue
but only met rock
hot red rock
and he had no choice
but to seek shade
and the soldiers would swarm
and he would be overwhelmed
he would retreat into the open
and the cycle went on and on
“Don’t you see bro!”
I said
“There’s shade and soft earth
right there!”
I can’t see bro
“oh” i said
and his struggle went on
until he was close
so very close
to his saving shade
but he just sat
and sat
and his body
once brown
became covered
in a sea of black
I… did not know what to say
so I told him
“You did good bro
You almost made it
You’re the best”
Thanks bro
and i said
“here buddy
for the pain”
and blew a fatty
and the ants
all ran in anarchy
and retreated
and I thought
“Hmm, now that I think about it… a bunch of smoke would drive any insect away”
and as fast as tidal wave
they faded into the distance
and potato bro got up
and said
Did you see!
Did you see!
I beat them, for you see,
I… am the best!
“you sure are, man”
he took a couple of steps
but missed the mound
and fell
once again on his backside
I tell him
“go home bro
You’re done”
and he stumbled for a bit
and exited into the dirt
The end.
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