I am an Ant
They thank me as I do my job
Being committed is all they ask of workers, yet in the end I shouldn`t be
I am the one asking them for help, to be the lazy one for a change
If I could care less they could be swayed
If I could care less, could they be swayed?
They tell tales of how the others should be like me
Long ago that mentality has nearly gotten me fired from life, yet in the end it is a personal grudge
I am the one who cracked up every once in a while, to be free of a reversed role
I can lift more than what my mind tells me
My mind tells me I can lift more than what?
These are feelings that some think I should explore
Normally I would say no, yet I got to share the tension
I am the one doing my part for the colony, for the queen so no one gets hurt
Only I am the one getting hurt
Am I the only one getting hurt?
No, but they remind me that I`m doing a good job…
My patience use to run thin because I had to rely on sugar to keep up, yet
I am the one who outlasted even the rivals who wanted me gone
This was a blessing in disguise?
A disguise was in this blessing
I would be lazy, crazy to leave work on a bad note
All because of one bad day, or a series of bad ways, a bad ending
I am the force of nature that pushes the breaking point for many, for some rest
When can I get some sleep?
When I can get some sleep
To this day, they believe that I am the one for the job
I don`t want it, but with a prude smirking wince I carry on… I am the freak,
A drone with a sick sense of humor that anybody can love and respect… sometimes,
Am I an ant?
…I am an ant…
An ant I am