i dawdled over the anthill
‘midst the pomp and toil of their empire
and, boy, did they go apeshit!
spilling out like angry fizz from a bottle bomb
just look at their big-assed queen
they dance over the floozy like she’s putinella
swarm, kill, and swarm again!
the final solution visited upon my foot
we didn’t mean for another anti-rashist poem
but it’s been pretty hard to refrain from this
sorry, we’re not sorry, they started it!
and the sooner those ants fry ‘neath the lens of truth…
…then all the better
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
unbolt me 
I liked the double layer. Very well done.
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Thanks, Michael! We were hoping our readers would pick up on this!
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Also, an article in today’s Guardian you’ll find interesting: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2022/nov/26/ukraine-russia-war-arts-artists-culture
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Oh, Tati will be very interested to see this too! Thank you, Paul!
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I agree with your sentiments 100%.
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Thanks, Paul. This war definitely has to end.
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Yes. That’s all I need say.
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Amen to that, Crispina!
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❤
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Very well said, and a great metaphor for this atrocious madness.
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Thank you, Dolly. That means a lot, truly. 🙏
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You are very welcome, Tony.
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