Twice Upon a Time

 
 
 
 
 
The ants suicided;
 
they overdosed themselves with sugar;
 
their bloods thickened;
 
and they expired
 
from complicated diabetes and aneurysm.
 
 
 
Mourning, I brokedown and contemplated on the whys;
 
I was unsure
 
if my tears were for aching,
 
or I missed the ants-
 
coz they were with us in pink-painting the town.
 
 
 
Perhaps those fags–just like him–
 
they don’t understand what hanging on is all about.
 
They can’t wait ’til I cross the Mississippi River
 
to be with him, and assure him,
 
I was with him in all of our hopes and dreams. . .
 
 
 
 
. . . twice upon a time.
 
 
 

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