Worker Bee

If I were a bloodhound

I could keep my nose to the ground

I could wag my tail for kitchen scraps

content with oblivion

And if I were a garden snail

I could pull my eyes within, choose ignorance

I could keep my mouth shut

because lies prefer silence anyway

And if I were a moth

I could be lulled by the shiny things

I could obediently step into the fire,

pretend there’s value in my sacrifice

And if I were an ant

I could lift everyone up around me but myself

I could work my entire life nameless

satisfied with servitude

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5/1/14