STRUNK & WHITE
They say ants can get in your mouth
And sting your lungs from the inside
Well Im smokin ants tonight mama
When the sky curdles with clouds
that make fists
Holding up that fuckin moon
Always staring down at me
Trying to catch me off-guard
And in the nude.
And there’s a constellation of eyes
In the bushes and
At my head and
At my feet but
I aint got nothin against nobody
And that’s my problem.
Probably.
I guess you could spend your time
trying to fish the moon out of the lake
If the clouds ever lost their hold.
But they wont.
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