Ants Marching           
             
he wakes up in the morning 
does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling 
never changes a thing 
the week ends the week begins 
she thinks, we look at each other 
wondering what the other is thinking 
but we never say a thing 
and these crimes between us grow deeper 

take these chances 
place them in a box until a quieter time 
lights down, you up and die 

goes to visit his mommy 
she feeds him well his concerns he forgets them 
and remembers being small 
playing under the table and dreaming 

driving along on this highway 
all these cars and upon the sidewalk 
people in every direction 
no words exchanged, no time to exchange and when 
all the little ants are marching 
red and black antennae waving 
they all do it the same 
they all do it the same way 

candyman tempting the thoughts of a 
sweet tooth tortured by weit loss 
program cutting the corners 
loose end, loose end cut cut 
on the fence, not to offend 
cut cut cut cut 

take these chances 
place them in a box until a quieter time 
lights down you up and die 
lights down you up and die

             
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