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The Ant's Existence - Nov. 28, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 28, 2025
  • 1 min read

an ant is born and he’s an ant – fully

grown, timecard punched, ready to march

the mobbed trail to fight, carve meat,

scavenge the dead, haul it home

 

born already a graduate of boot camp,

he toils, eyes ahead, feet speeding, mouth and

mandibles in nonstop motion for three months

 

then, he dies alone on the side of the road

 

which makes it a bummer to be an ant

so unaware he had a life

was it really a life at all?

 
 
 

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