Twirling on my desk
Roundabout my files
A lone, black ant
In a scout for crumbs of sugar
Paraded itself like a pageant
My thumb is raised
To thunder below
To sniff life out of the Liliputan creature
But at the last minute
My mind I did change to let go
For who knows
One day I might be
At the mercy of the gods
And favour would I find in their sight
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