Ant
hill war
War has been
declared in hartigan villas, on the ants,
They’re in the
walls, underground, and hiding in pot plants,
Windows, have been
taken out, a front door has been replaced,
Between the outer
and the inner walls, they hide inside this space,
Powder has been
laid, even ant traps, on the floor,
The money spent on
insecticide, seems to draw them even more,
Shane from
regeneration came, said he’d have a look,
Gave the job to
Speedline pat, to enter on the books,
They’ve ripped the
cobble stone, from all along the side,
Those pesky little
ants, found it safe beneath to hide,
Raked and filled
the place, with sand cement and stone,
But those blasted
little ants, still call the place their home,
There’s a crack
along the footpath, where the children used to play,
Those fucking ants
have found it, their message was relayed,
They’ve made it
their new exit, to forage and annoy,
I’ll have to make
a bomb, there’s no more I can try,
Ah the stage is
set, the concrete laid, the crack their exit, still,
I’ve made some
calls, lip service and stalls, now I’ve had my fill,
My own two eyes,
tell me no lies, I watch them come and go,
They’re having sex
and tis me who’s vexed, roaming to and fro,
Not just the ants
who use the path, and leave it in a state,
They take a leek
try drugs have sex, as I think this is my fate,
I’ve even found
them fast asleep, at the end of my poor wall,
And horses pound as
the ants sleep, all through the night and all,
A fence ye say,
will keep the ants at bay, and the young ones in the grass,
Well hope and
pray, never comes the day, when someone, will breathe their last,
For I’ll not rest
when put to the test, find them pissing up my wall,
I’ll tip my cap,
and with baseball bat, put an end to one and all.
